#she used to work here. before i started. and i was putting bags in carts and all of a sudden i hear her voice behind me

[allthelovehes]

Easter Egg Hunt

Summary: Just a little blurb about Harry and Y/N having an easter egg hunt with their little niece.

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Pure fluff

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A/N: My plan is to post content every weekday for the next four weeks so bear with me lol. We are starting off slow ;)

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“Let's get these.” Harry says as he picks up a bag of small Easter eggs. He is so excited for this year's Easter as Gemma's daughter, Hailey, is finally old enough to go hunting for Easter eggs.

“Those are way too small for her.” Y/N says and points at the package he has in hand. “Here, try these. They're just the right size.” She then hands him another bag that has bigger chocolate eggs.

“These will look huge in her tiny hands.” He laughs and puts pack in their cart. “What else do we need?”

“Baskets.” Y/N says and starts to push the cart towards the next aisle.

“I'll grab a few. Do you want the wicker ones or plastic?”

“I think we should go with plastic they last longer.” She looks over at him. “And then we can still use them when we have kids.”

Harry's head snaps up to meet her eyes. “Really?” His voice cracks as he asks.

“Well yeah, I mean one day. We talked about this and I thought that was the plan.”

“We are, but I didn't know if you were ready to talk about having kids.” He says as he picks up some of the plastic baskets.

“It's not like we have to do it right away. But we should be thinking about it. We should probably start looking for a new house before we start a family.”

“Y/N.” Harry says, stopping her from grabbing any more candy and pulling her into his chest. “Are you serious? Are we really going to start looking for houses and have a family?”

“If that's what you want.” She smiles up at him and then looks back over at their cart. “Do you think that's enough candy?”

“Oh god, Hailey is going to eat all of these and then throw up all night.” He laughs and wraps his arm around her shoulders as they make their way back towards the cashier.

“I'm sure Gemma will have enough common sense to not let her eat them all at once.”

“She is her mother's daughter, so I wouldn't be so sure.”

Y/N giggles and shakes her head. “Maybe you're right, but she's a kid, they're supposed to have candy.”

***

It's Easter morning and they are on their way to Gemma's house for the big hunt. Y/N is holding the basket in her lap and playing with the ribbon while Harry drives. He's been watching her out of the corner of his eye and is smiling the entire time.

“What's on your mind, love?”

“How cute our kids are going to be. Hailey is such a cutie and I can't wait until we have one.”

“Yeah.” Harry sighs. “Me too.”

“Have you thought anymore about moving?”

“I have. I'm not sure if I want to live in London anymore. I was thinking we could find a house near Gemma, so our little one can grow up with their cousin.”

“Harry, that would be so sweet. I bet Gemma would love that.”

“Me too.”

“Okay, so after Easter we should start looking.”

“Deal.” Harry smiles and pulls the car to a stop.

Gemma is standing in the driveway with a smile and waves to them. Little Hailey is standing beside her, excited to welcome her favourite uncle and aunt.

“Uncle Harry!” Hailey yells as she comes running towards them. Harry jumps out of the car and kneels down with his arms wide open for her. She runs straight into his arms and wraps her little ones around his neck.

“Happy Easter, Bunny.” Harry says and hugs her tightly.

“Where's my hug, sweet girl?” Y/N says with her arms outstretched.

“Aunt Y/N!” Hailey smiles and lets go of Harry. She walks over to her and gives her a quick hug. Y/N wraps her arms around her and picks her up to carry her inside.

“Wow, you're getting big, aren't you?”

“My mummy said I'll be as tall as you soon.”

“Oh, did she?” Y/N laughs and nods her head.

“I can't wait. I can't wait for the egg hunt, and then the chocolate.”

“Are you sure you're not excited about the chocolate?” Y/N laughs and sets her back down when they get into the living room.

Harry goes into the backyard after he greets Michal. Anne and Darren are supposed to arrive any second now and knowing how excited Hailey is, he wants to have the hunt set up so they're ready to go. He scatters the eggs and hides a few little stuffed bunnies for Hailey to find.

“Look at my pretty girl.” Anne says as she enters the living room. Hailey's face lights up when she sees her grandma and she rushes over to her. 

“Granny!”

“Hey, baby. How's my beautiful girl doing?” Anne picks her up and kisses her cheek.

“She's excited for the egg hunt.” Gemma says. “You're the last ones here, so let's get it started.”

“Where's Uncle Harry?”

“He's setting up outside. Are you ready?” Y/N explains and Hailey nods her head as she squirms in her grandmother's arms. Anne carries her outside and Harry greets his family. Most of the treasures are hidden in plain sight as Hailey is only three, so he didn't want to make it too difficult for her.

“Ready, Bunny?” Harry says as Anne puts her with both feet on the ground.

“Yes!” She beams before her little feet start running towards the first egg she sees. Everyone takes a seat and watches Hailey scurry around the yard, picking up every egg she can find. Harry makes sure to stick close to her, in case she trips he is right there to pick her up. Every time she finds an egg she runs over to show someone. When she finds a small bunny she squeals and runs over to Y/N to show her.

“Oh wow! That's a really good find.”

“Thank you.” Hailey smiles and then takes off again.

When all the eggs are found, Harry brings the basket full of candy inside and Hailey sits down on the floor. All the adults gather around her and watch as she digs through her basket. She picks up each egg, inspects it, and then sets it back down. Her little tongue is sticking out as she concentrates. She does the same thing with each and every egg. She's so focused on finding the biggest one, not even the chocolate is tempting her.

“Hailey, what are you doing?” Gemma asks as she sits down beside her.

“Trying to find the bestest egg.”

Y/N is helping Anne in the kitchen to prepare the Easter brunch. They are keeping an eye on the ham in the oven while the rest of the food is on the stove. Darren is sitting at the island drinking his coffee while Harry and Michal are setting the table.

“Mummy, it's hard!” Hailey whines and pouts her lips.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I can't open it.”

“Let's save it for after we have some proper food.” Gemma tells her, taking the chocolate from her hand and putting it back in the basket. She sets the entire basket aside and helps her up off the floor. “Go wash your hands and then we can eat.”

After a big brunch and a lot of candy, Hailey is getting tired. She's lying down on the sofa with her head in Y/N's lap, nearly falling asleep. Harry sits down next to her with his arm draped across her shoulders.

“I can't wait for us to have a little one like her someday.” He whispers into her ear.

“Me either.” She smiles and leans her head against his shoulder. “You'd be the best daddy.”

“And you'll be the best mummy.”

“We'll be great together.”

“Yes, we will.” Harry says and kisses her cheek.

#blurb #fluff #one shot #harry styles #easter #cute #niece #uncle!harry #haary x you #harry x y/n #harrry x yn #harryxyn #harryxyou #harryxreader #harry x reader #styles #harry

[destinedfordiaperstories]

Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 15

Chapter Fourteen here.

It took a second for Sammy to comprehend how huge Littles’R’Us actually was when they pulled into the parking lot. It made Costco seem small by comparison. This wasn’t going to be a quick trip.

Sammy took a deep breath, trying to not feel so overwhelmed. She couldn’t help but notice Allie was treating her much more like a Little than ever before. Movie night now felt like a lifetime ago. She still didn’t feel like a Little. She felt the same as she did the day she received the news.

Just…with much less bathroom control. And did get a bit sleepier around midday and around 8 PM, and, she had to admit, did have to work harder than usual to not be emotionally overwhelmed. But still, adjusting to being treated like a Little was harder than she expected.

“You ready, Sammy?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Alyssa laughed, “well I guess not, no. But I want you to stay close to me, this store is huge and I don’t want you getting lost, okay? I want you to hold my hand or the cart at all times.”

“I’m not a baby,” Sammy huffed.

“I never said you were, Sammy. I just don’t want you getting lost. What would you do if you got lost? You don’t have the keys to the car. You don’t have a cellphone to call me. What would you do?”

“Well, I would have my cell phone if you didn’t take it away!” Sammy retorted.

“We went over this, Sammy,” Alyssa said sternly, “you don’t need a cellphone like you had. We can get you one designed for Littles in the future, but I don’t want you surfing the web and getting into trouble.”

Sammy stuck her tongue out Allie before she realized she was doing it. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well, that is a great point there, Sammy!” Allie laughed, “now can you hold my hand?”

Sammy did. They walked into the store. It was hard to fathom how large it was. There seemed to be endless rows of Little’s products of all levels. It was so big, Alyssa grabbed a map before heading to the counter.

“Hello,” the woman at the counter said nicely, “how can I help you today?”

“We’re here to get everything set up for my new Little, Sammy,” Alyssa responded.

“What a cutie!” the woman said looking down at Sammy, “the first trip is always so exciting! You get to pick out everything your heart desires, little one!”

Sammy couldn’t bring herself to respond. Instead, she hid behind Alyssa in embarrassment.

“She’s still a bit shy,” Alyssa acknowledged.

“Well, that’s perfectly fine!,” she said to Sammy before turning back to Alyssa, “I can get you set up, did you bring the paperwork from the Littles Registration Office?”

“Yep, right here.”

“Perfect. Okay. So I see Sammy here is a Level Two Little. Most of the L2 supplies are down towards the back. Just head straight down and you can’t miss it. You’ll find the diaper aisle on the way, as well as any of the products that are appropriate for both L1s and L2s, such as bottles, sippy cups, and diaper bags.”

“Great,” Alyssa replied, “but these shopping carts don’t seem big enough to carry everything, though.”

“Whoops, I almost forgot! You’ll use this scanner here to select any of the bigger items you’d want. We offer same day delivery and installation if you finish before noon, which gives you three and a half hours, plenty of time. For things like diapers, you can put some in your cart, but the rest you can scan in and we’ll delivery them along with any furniture. And everything you scan will be added up and once you get to the checkout, the government rebate will automatically deduct from the total and you can pay the difference, if any, there.”

“Thank you so much,” Alyssa says as the woman gives her the scanner, “I think we can figure it out from here!”

Alyssa grabs a cart. “Okay, Sammy, you ready to start?”

“I-I guess,” Sammy whimpers.

Unsurprisingly, the diaper section is huge. There are diapers of every size, thickness, color, interest.

“It look’s like the L2 diapers are a few rows down,” Allie says, consulting the map.

“What’s the difference between L1 and L2 diapers, Allie?”

“Well, L1s and L2s have different needs. Remember, L1s aren’t able to walk or talk, so their diapers need to be different than for L2s. L1 diapers are way thicker since they don’t need to worry about walking. They’re so cute though. I’m sure we could get you some!”

“Sammy laughs nervously, “I think that’s okay, Allie.”

“Well, if you change your mind, let me know!”

They get to the L2 diaper aisles. Sammy sees there are three sections: Daytime Diapers, Nighttime Diapers, and Swim Diapers. Each design had a diaper on display, to let the Littles get a better idea of each design.

“Okay, lets start with daytime diapers,” Allie says, “which ones do you like best, Sammy?”

Sammy’s stomach sank at the question. This made it feel so real. She was going to pick out the diapers she’d wear for the rest of her life.

“I-I don’t know,” Sammy whispers.

Allie pulls Sammy in for a hug. “It’s a lot, I understand, Sammy. But would you rather have me pick out boring, ugly diapers? If you’re going to wear them anyway, you might as choose the ones that match your style!”

Sammy doubted diapers would ever match anyone’s “style,” especially not hers. As she looked around, she definitely didn’t think anyone of these diapers would do that. All of them were in sickening pastel colors or complete with babyish cartoon patterns on them. She started walking down the aisle, seeing her options.

“Look at this one, Sammy!” Allie encouraged, “these one’s have astronauts and these one’s have rockets on them!”

Alyssa knew it was a mistake as soon as she said it. Sure, they did make the most sense for Sammy, but maybe it was still a bit too soon for Sammy to want them.

Sammy teared up almost immediately. It was one thing to go from an adult to a Little, but going from potentially being a rocket scientist, to wearing rockets on her diaper was just too much. Tears welled in Sammy’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sammy, I should have known that was a stupid suggestion! I didn’t mean to upset you!”

“It’s not fair!” Sammy whined, “I don’t want to wear diapers with rockets on them, I want to work on rockets! I want to go home!”

Alyssa kicked herself. She should know how to not set off her own Little’s tantrums, even if this was so new. “Sammy, please, everything is okay. Come here.”

“No!” Sammy shrilled defiantly, stomping her feet, “I won’t do it! I won’t choose a diaper! I won’t be a Little! I won’t I won’t I won’t!”

Sammy’s screams echoed across the store, drawing sympathetic looks from other Caregivers. Alyssa stood there, unsure how to help Sammy.

“It’s okay you’re upset, Sammy. It’s okay to be angry. I know you don’t want to be wearing diapers. These are big emotions, it’s perfectly fine to feel them. But right now you need to choose some, okay? It’s not up for debate.”

Sammy looked mutinous. “I’m not a baby! You can’t make me!”

Alyssa sighed. “Sammy, now is not the time for screaming. I understand you’re frustrated, honey. But you need to calm down and explain to me how you’re feeling, alright? You cannot scream like this in public. Can you take a deep breath for me, Sammy?”

It took a few more stomps, but eventually Sammy gave in and took a deep breath.

“Thank you, Sammy. You’re doing great. Now let all your anger and frustration out as you breathe out, okay? Nice job. One more time. Good girl, Sammy. Now, can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Sammy took a few steadying breaths. As she did, she felt herself calm down, regaining the clarity she had before. “I-I’m sorry, Allie! Sometimes it feels like I lose control and just want to cry and scream, I don’t know w-what’s happening to me.”

“I understand, Sammy, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“But we can’t yell and scream when that happens, can we? We need to talk about our feelings before they explode, okay?”

“Y-you’re right, Allie.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sammy. Just promise when you start to feel overwhelmed, you’ll tell me, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Thank you, Sammy. That’s very mature of you. Now, can you help me choose some diapers?”

“Yeah, I can, Allie,” Sammy says, looking back at the rocket ship diapers, “I actually do want them, Allie. I want to see them so I’ll always remember my goal, to be the first Little rocket scientist ever!"

Go to Chapter Sixteen.

#ab/dl babygirl #cg/l #cg/l community #cg/l lifestyle #sammyslittleproblem #cg/l little #ab/dl community #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl lifestyle #diaper community

[m9rtality]

Lunchbox Friends

SYNOPSIS ; Sometimes the friends you meet randomly are better than the ones you've known for years.

CONTENT WARNING — Angst, one-sided friendship

GENRE — Angst , Happy ending

“I don't want no lunchbox friends”

I sat down with my friend group, it was just Tighnari, Alhaitham, Nilou, Cyno, Kaveh, Dehya, Candace and I. They all talked but whenever I tried to talk I was ignored, this often happened so I usually just ate my food and left, it wasn't like they noticed anyways. I finished my food and stood up with my empty lunch tray and put it on the cart before leaving the lunch room. I sat down outside in the courtyard, my back rested against the big oak tree. I usually sat here after eating and leaving my friend group to talk, it was a quiet and closed off space that I liked to be in during the rest of lunch or the entirety of lunch.

For a long time now I had been wondering if I should just, find new friends. But I’m not sure if I can because I’m not the most social person so I don’t really know if I’d have the guts to try and start a conversation with someone, let alone my own friend group. I sighed softly as the bell rung, getting up and walking back inside of the school building. I walked through the hallway, I felt my chest hurt as I watched my friends happy together without even noticing my absence, I shook my head as I just walked to my next class.

I sat down at my desk, I screamed internally as the class started to get flooded with students. The teacher walked inside and waited for students to sit down and stop talking. “Alright class, that’s enough, onto today’s lesson.” The teacher started with as she walked to the whiteboard and started to write on it, she wrote ‘GROUP HISTORY PROJECT’ on the board, some students cheered while others groaned, I was one of the few that groaned because I didn’t have anyone to partner with. “You can pick your own groups, if you don’t have one I’ll assign you one.” she spoke before people started to move with their groups, I sat in my seat as I looked at the other groups. I was shocked when 4 people came up to my desk and sat down.

“I’m Hu Tao! This is Ayaka, Xiao and Scaramouche.” The brown haired one said, I now knew as Hu Tao smiled as the other girl Ayaka spoke. “I hope you don’t mind us just adding you to our group, we say you didn’t have a group so we thought we’d just invite you to ours.” Ayaka spoke as the two guys Scaramouche and Xiao nodded. I smiled softly as I looked at all of them, “I don’t mind at all, I’m glad someone chose me to be in their group or else I’d have to be forcefully put in a group with people that didn’t want me there. So, what nation do you guys wanna work on for the project?” I asked as I pulled out my notebook, Xiao spoke up for the first time and said “How about the nation you’re from?” Hu tao, Ayaka and Scaramouche all nodded in agreement, I smiled again from their interest in me, “I’m from Natlan, so I know some of the history about it already involving the old archon, Murata.” I spoke as I started to write down notes about Natlan. “I’ll start on the research with Xiao.” Scaramouche spoke as he pulled his laptop out of his bag along with Xiao. “I’ll buy markers, a poster board and other things to decorate it. Just send me things you’d think would look good!” Ayaka spoke up as she started to type some things down on her phone, “I’ll decorate the poster board!” Hu Tao said excitedly as she wrapped her arm around Ayaka’s shoulder with a silly smile.

“What should I do?” I asked as I wrote down some facts about Natlan and about the ancient Pyro Archon “You can just write down things you already know and make the poster organized!” Hu Tao spoke as she helped Ayaka select things for the poster board.

“I want someone who understands”

I ran around Ayaka’s kitchen island as Hu Tao chased me with a mischievous look on her face. “GET BACK HERE Y/N” Hu Tao yelled as she chased me around, I ran while screaming and laughing, “SCARA PROTECT ME!!” I yelled as I ran towards him and jumped on him, Xiao snickered as Ayaka laughed quietly, Scaramouche laughed as well as Hu Tao yelled “DOGGY PILE!!” before she jumped on Scaramouche as well, Xiao and Ayaka shrugged before following Hu Tao, Scara and I groaned at the weight of all our friends on top of us.

“Dude did you hear that Nilou got caught cheating on her exams for college?” Hu Tao said as she ate her lunch, I gasped and snickered as Ayaka looked shocked. “Honestly, I don’t understand how you hung out with the Sumeru kids Y/N.” Xiao said as he ate his almond tofu, I shrugged as I looked over to my old lunch table and was shocked to see them staring at me. It’s been a while since I had sat with them and they were just now noticing my absence, I was shocked to hear Ayaka yell “STOP STARING AS IF THEY DROPPED YOU!” every one at our lunch table was shocked to hear our sweet Ayaka yell, but it made my old friends turn away quickly as we went back to eating and gossiping with each other.

I sniffled softly as I leaned my head on Scaramouche’s shoulder while we watched our friends attempt to cook me my comfort food because I cancelled our plans and they showed up to my house just to figure out was was wrong and comfort me. I was glad they came because they helped me get back to my usual self. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt Scara’s hand rubbing my shoulder as he whispered to me “You okay?” he asked, to which I just smiled in response and whispered back “I’ve never been happier.” I felt his cheek rest again my head as Ayaka brought me a plate of my comfort food as they all ate the leftovers.

“Come to my house, let's die together”

“We’ll be friends after we finish this project right?” I asked as I looked at the 4 people I called my friends, we were about to present the project and I was scared I’d have to go back to my old friend group. “Of course we will silly!” Ayaka spoke as she smiled at me, “You’re way to deep in to get rid of us now.” Hu Tao snickered while Xiao nodded and Scaramouche ruffled my hair, “I’m glad I’m too deep in because I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled as Hu Tao pulled us all into a big group hug.

We got an A on the project and still, we obviously stayed friends. Hu Tao would always make plans for us to do during breaks and the weekends for us to do instead of sitting around all day. I’m glad that they invited me to their group because I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was in a happy relationship with Scaramouche and we all always hung out. We finally graduated high school and now Hu Tao and Xiao were visiting Liyue and Ayaka went home to Inazuma over our last summer break before college. Scaramouche took me to Inazuma to meet his mom and sister before taking me to visit his aunt Makoto’s grave, after our fun trip in Inazuma we went to Sumeru to see his Auntie Rukkhadevata and little cousin Nahida.

“Friendship that would last forever”

It had officially been 6 years since my friend group graduated high school, Scaramouche and I are getting married soon, Hu Tao is chronically single and Xiao & Ayaka have been engaged since they got into college. We always spend time together for the holidays, and we have our own traditions that we’ll pass down to our future kids. Hu Tao is planning on adopting in the future, Xiao and Ayaka have already had their first kids, which happened to be twins and I never thought I’d see Xiao cry but I watched him cry while holding his daughter and son for the very first time, little Kayo was named after her grandmother and little Menogias was named after Xiao’s brother that passed away when he was young. Their children are 3 now and they’ll get a cousin soon..

Our friend group mutually agreed we’d all tell our kids that they’re cousins and have them refer to everyone in the group as Auntie or Uncle, the Kamisato twins will soon meet their cousin, baby Makoto would be coming into the world soon.

“woah.. so that was mom’s story.” A little girl said while she held her toddler brother in her arms, Yasu smiled as they looked at their Auntie Hu Tao while their older cousins Kayo and Menogias helped their mother in the kitchen. “We’re back from the store!” A voice yelled as Makoto and Yasu bolted to the door, “Mommy! Daddy! Auntie Tao told us the story of how you met!” Makoto said excitedly as Scaramouche picked up Yasu, “You gotta be quiet hun, Kana and Kuni are sleeping.” I spoke, carrying the twins in baby wraps.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #x reader #angst #happy ending #m9rtality

[a-boca-do-inferno]

aloha, baby (logan howlett x human!reader)

summary: Logan is your driver and he’s accompanying you in your vacation. While there, he confesses something you’d never expect.

warnings: cheating, fluff, smut

words: 2.6k

notes: this is way too specific lol maybe the tags are a bit misleading but whatever im not good at tagging. enjoy it anyways <3

You let out a long sigh as soon as you arrived at the airport, followed suit by Logan. The fresh air of Hawaii welcomed you both with open arms and you smiled. He watched you in silence behind his sunglasses, but you didn’t notice his little smirk seeing you so happy. This was a trip long coming and you couldn’t be more excited for it, as the past few months had been really trying at your job. You just wanted to relax and Logan knew that, so he was glad for you. You deserved to rest, finally. 

“I’ll get the luggage.”  

You nodded to your driver, already heading towards your rented car. “Alright.”  

Feeling the heat of that morning, you realized your current clothing wasn’t suited for it at all, so you leaned against your vehicle and took off your heavy coat. A sigh of relief left your lips and you checked the time; it was almost past noon. Your stomach gave a little grunt and you figured the in-flight snacks weren’t enough to satisfy it. It’d just have to wait until you get to the hotel, however, as you were really tired and needed to lay down as soon as possible.  

Your thoughts are interrupted by Logan approaching you with a baggage cart. “Kinda hot in here, ain’t it?”, he mumbles, stopping beside you as he takes off his glasses. He pulled out a cigar from God knows where, lighting it up and taking a drag as he studied his surroundings. It wasn’t his first time in the place, but it sure was different from the early seventies, when he’d visited it.  

“Hawaii for you, my dear friend”, you grinned, taking a piece of paper out of your bag to use it as a fan. You watched as he unlocked the trunk and stowed your things inside. “Not gonna lie, I really like this warm, relaxing feeling.” 

“Thought you hated the heat”, he commented, still with the cigar in his mouth. 

You shrugged. “When I’m working, yes.”  

“Right.” He closed the trunk with a thud, unlocking the car in the process. Logan opened the door for you and you thanked him briefly, settling into the passenger seat. He did the same and started the vehicle without further ado. “How long are you planning to stay, by the way?”, he furrowed his brows, switching his gaze between the road and you. 

“Two weeks, at least. I wanna rest a little before going back to the craziness again.” 

“So, I’m booking the first flight back home in two weeks?” 

“Yeah, you can book that one. And put us in Executive Class, please. I wanna eat well for once!” He laughed, turning a corner. You took out your cell phone and noticed some missed calls from your boyfriend. He probably called while you were still on the plane. You told him you were on your way to the hotel and turned your attention back to Logan. “Are you really gonna stay here with me? You’re sure you don’t wanna enjoy your vacation, visit your friends in Westchester or something?”  

“I already saw them this year. Plus, can’t leave a damsel in distress all alone in a place she’s never been before.” You rolled your eyes, but kept listening. “And technically, I’m on vacation with you. The difference is that I’m still getting my pay check for these two weeks. Only wins.” 

You two exchanged a quick glance and you shook your head, staring at the red light in front of you. “I cannot believe you sometimes...” Logan was quiet, then started the car again when the light turned green. You sighed. “You staying in the hotel with me, yeah?”  

“’Course.”  

You looked deeply at his brown eyes, trying to find something you didn’t really know what it was. You used to do that a lot with Logan. “Same room, right?”  

Logan stared back at you for a little longer, now. He tried to spot any amusement in your features, showing that perhaps you were only joking, but found none. His hands brushed the steering wheel slightly as he looked ahead again. “What would your boyfriend think of that, (y/n)?”, he questions at last, feeling a bit uncomfortable for having to say it out loud.  

Logan knew you both weren’t in exactly good terms, but still; it didn’t feel like his place to “interfere” somehow, no matter how much he wanted to be close to you. Not because of some respect he held for that guy, he really couldn’t stand him whenever he was around, but rather to keep your honour. He knew people back home were all very quick to judge when you announced you’d be taking him to your vacation, so he didn’t want to give them any more food for thought.  

You, on the other hand, were still staring at your driver, and all you could do was roll your eyes. Sometimes you felt like Logan was too prude for his own good and you hated it. You knew he was way older than you, what with his mutant abilities and all; however, it offended you a little bit that he’d think you were planning to attack him once you’re alone in a room.  

You scoffed, trying to keep your cool. “He will think nothing of it, you’re my friend. And besides, it’s not like I’m gonna jump your bones the first opportunity I have, Logan.” 

“You know I didn’t say that”, he states matter-of-factly, too calm for your taste.  

“But you implied it”, you grumbled, then turned to look at your window. “And I might dump him anyway, just so you know.”  

“You’re still with him, though”, he takes a drag, opening his window to let out the smoke.  

“You’re insufferable.” He shrugged and said nothing, unyielding. You cleared your throat, giving him a pleading look. This always worked with him. “You know it would be much better if we stayed in the same room. That way, I won’t have to call you every time I need you. Plus, what if somebody tries to break in and I’m alone? I might get hurt. And what about my lady necessities, who will go buy them for me? Or you’re gonna leave a damsel all alone in a place she’s never been before?”, you dramatically shook your head, disapproving of his response in advance. 

He only gave you an unimpressed look, but couldn’t hold back an incredulous laugh. “You’re so spoiled, my God.” You shrugged without answering him, then he sighed in defeat. “Fine, same room.” 

“Yay!”, you clapped your hands like a happy child, which made him roll his eyes, even though there was a small smile on his lips. “Aloha, baby!” 

The rest of the way was in a rather pleasant silence. Arriving at the hotel, you got your keys with the receptionist and went straight up to your room. It turned out you wouldn’t be in separate rooms even if you wanted to, since they were all booked. It was the end of the year after all, people went on vacation and they travelled a lot to Hawaii.  

You were now sprawled out on the double bed while your driver brought your bags. You kicked off your shoes, tying your hair into a loose bun as you went barefoot to the bathroom. You didn’t usually put on makeup for long trips, so you simply splashed some water on your face to freshen up. You could take a bath later, now you just wanted to relax before going back to the madness that was your life.  

“I got everything”, Logan announced, returning to the room for the second time with two carry-on bags. He frowned and pointed to the bed. “I thought it was two singles.” 

“So did I”, you shrugged, taking your baggage and opening it. “The lady at the reception must have mixed up the rooms, but I don’t think it’s a problem. Unless you don’t want to share a bed with me?”, you looked at him inquiringly.  

“You know that’s not it, (y/n)”, he said categorically, as if it was obvious. Logan sat next to you and analysed your face, smiling sideways: “and I bet it’s you who wouldn’t wanna sleep with me.” 

“Sleep?”, you arched your eyebrows amusingly. “When did we jump from ’sharing the bed’ to ’sleeping together’? Logan, you naughty boy...”, you pushed him jokingly.  

“You get it, stop being cute”, he said with an annoyed expression, pushing you back a little. You took that as a challenge and threw yourself on top of his body with all your strength, causing him to lie on the bed under you. You laughed like two kids as you tried to take control of the situation, until you eventually won. You held his wrists in place and glared at him triumphally. You noticed a certain tension in his features, then Logan’s deep voice rang out in a silent murmur: “(y/n)...” 

“What?”, you frowned, genuinely confused. You played like that all the time, it was kind of an inside joke of yours. “Did I do something wrong? If I did, I’m sorry….” You hurried to get off his body, but he stopped you with his nimble hands.  

“No, no... It’s not that.” He begins, making you look at him more confused than before. Logan seemed a little disturbed, incredulous and frustrated at the same time. A loud sigh left his lips. “You just... You better not do these things anymore.” 

“But I always did and you never cared”, you considered weakly, after all it was not your intention to make him uncomfortable. You just wanted to understand why that reaction. “I’m heavier, is that it? I thought I got fat, that pizza from last week...” 

“It’s not that, (y/n)...” He let out another disbelieving laugh, this time looking you in the eye. The hands that once held your arms were now squeezing your waist gently. “You look beautiful, there’s nothing wrong with your body.” 

“So what’s the problem, already?”, you asked impatient, getting so close to his face you could feel his heavy breathing.  

Logan was silent and this only made you angrier. You opened your mouth to complain again, but you were silenced by his lips crashing against yours in a burst that felt like a flash, at the same time it happened in slow motion. The hands on your waist pulled you closer, making you groan in his arms on instinct.  

You let his tongue invade you freely, each time it came into contact with yours causing a gentle shock. You were already out of breath when he sucked on your bottom lip like a hungry animal, which only fuelled the heat in your stomach. You were erupting and not even the AC above the two of you could cool you down. You took advantage of your position and thrust your hips into his, brushing your intimacies. The grip on your waist immediately went down to your ass and the pressure increased there, making you smirk.  

“This...” Logan says, panting, pausing for a second. “This is the problem, (y/n).” He finished with another sigh, avoiding your gaze. 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” 

“Because I thought you’d never look at me like that. You always treated me like a friend.” 

You shook your head, still a little dizzy with all that information being thrown at you. “But you are my friend, Logan.” You smoothed his stubble and he finally faced you. His brown eyes lost their earlier frustration, now bathed in something you guessed was affection.  

“I am, but I don’t wanna be just that.” 

“Are you asking me to date you?”, you smirked and he just nodded. “I’m going to need a verbal confirmation here, Logan.” 

“It’s kinda hard to ask this to someone who’s already dating... But do you want to date me?”, he questioned finally, causing you to roll over in bed next. Now you were under him and he was holding your wrists with no escape. “Won’t you answer me?” 

“I do.” You’re honest, somehow putting together all your certainties about Logan in a simple sentence. But that was it, you wanted it. You could think about your boyfriend later, for now all you cared about was those brown eyes on you. You smile affectionately, holding his gaze as you punctuate, “you’re handsome, smart, affectionate, caring, funny...” 

“What else?”, he caressed your neck with his nose, leaving kisses all over it.  

“Hot, strong... Ah...”, you moaned involuntarily when his lips descended to your lap, threatening your cleavage.  

“I’m listening...” 

You opened your mouth to continue, but the words became another loud moan as he unceremoniously pulled your tits out of your shirt. His wet tongue circled your nipple and you couldn’t help but arch your back. You watched Logan deftly sucking you, like his very life depended on it. You closed your eyes as he bit down lightly, shifting his attention between your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving them little squeezes. He was so entertained and eager to please you that it made you chuckle slightly. 

“Looks like you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, huh?”, you panted, still watching his movements intently. Logan only smiled sideways without letting go of your nipple, this time brushing it with his tongue without any shame. “Fuck...” 

“Does he make you feel that way, that guy?”, he teased, starting to suck you so hard it hurt a little. But you loved it.  

“Sometimes…” You’re honest again, tears of pure pleasure already struggling to come down your face. He finally seemed to get tired of the torture and deliberately squeezed your breasts this time, leaving wet kisses on every spot. His lips then returned to yours, giving you a kiss as wet as before. “Are you just going to play around or are you fucking me?” 

“Whatever you want, I can play with you all day...”, he pointed out, like the smart-ass he was. You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair, taking in his gorgeous face. “I love you, you know that?” 

“You shouldn’t”, you couldn’t keep it to yourself, taking a deep breath before continuing. “So many pretty women out there, Logan, and you go on and choose someone taken. And I’m not even that pretty...” 

“I didn’t choose it, but I’d definitely choose you to love if I could.” You smiled a little embarrassed and looked away, however he held your face to keep staring at him. “And ‘not that pretty’? Sometimes I think you don’t have a mirror at home, sweetheart.” 

“You know, I love you too.” You ignored his last comment, studying his features. “But I also kinda love him. I guess I have a big heart, huh?”, you laughed humourlessly.  

“I know. I get it.” 

“I don’t wanna do this you, though. You don’t deserve to be only an affair.” 

He stops for a second, then nods. “I wanna be with you anyway. I just want to be with you, doesn’t matter how.” 

You raise your eyebrows. “I’d never take you for the romantic type, Logan Howlett.” 

“I’m not, this is all your fault.” He let out a low chuckle. “Maybe if I hadn’t met you, I’d still be living as some hermit, without any purpose in life. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

You’re taken aback by his words, blushing terribly. You cup his face to place another peck on his lips, suddenly feeling warmth in your chest. “I’d choose you too.” 

Logan responds by kissing you deeply, the blue sky of Hawaii outside of the window as your background. You were sure these were going to be the best two weeks of your life.  

He undresses you from your pants as he huffs in your ear, making your whole body shiver, “aloha, baby.” 

#logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #hugh jackman x reader #logan howlett imagine #wolverine imagine #x-men imagine #x-men x reader #wolverine #logan howlett #james logan howlett #hugh jackman

[justmochi]

nursery

pairing :: eden x evelyn

word count :: 2.1k

synopsis :: eden decides to surprise evelyn by renovating evangeline's nursery.

time :: december 24, 2023

warnings :: just some feel good fluff!

a/n :: eden goes full HDTV!!!

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Evelyn was four days out from having Evangeline. It was two days before they were released from the hospital. Now, everyone was working to fit into their new routine with a newborn in the house.

She doesn’t know how her husband did it, but he managed to convince Eden to move into the guest bedroom. The girl never wanted to intrude or be a bother to them, so Evelyn didn’t press any further. There was still a little bit of insecurity lingering in the back of Eden’s mind when it came to her brother in law. He was too desperate, knowing how good of a support system she was for both him and her. They would need all the help they could get.

Another night with very little sleep, Eden woke up with an agenda for the day. As soon as the sunlight started to peek in through the windows, she showered and dressed comfortably. Both Noah and Evelyn had been occupied with the baby ever since they came home and she wanted to do something nice for the both of them.

The nursery had never been properly complete, not having known their baby’s gender. They may have gone a bit overboard when picking things out for the room. Eden knew they probably wouldn’t use it too often but she still felt like making everything look cute.

Heading to the closet, she started with the clothes. She picked out the baby blue clothes and set them aside. She decided that blue items would be in the bottom drawer in case they ever needed it. She came across socks, her heart aching from how tiny and adorable they were. She rolled up the clothes, making them fit into the two bottom drawers of the dresser. Eden didn’t realize just how many clothes this child had.

Eden had assisted her sister in making a board of baby decor and organization, so she had an idea of what she wanted to do.

“Hey kiddo, whatcha doing?” Eden snapped her head to see Noah in the doorway, leaning against the door with his mug of coffee.. She exhaled, getting off her bottom and standing up.

“I was feeling restless and wanted to help finish the nursery, since we know she’s a she now.” She swiped her forehead of the hairs in her face.

“Really? You didn’t have to do that. We were gonna get around to it eventually.”

“No, it’s okay. I wanted to surprise you both but…”

“I can pretend I never saw anything.” He rubbed his eyes, soon squinting them.

“Actually, I could use your help. Do you know where all the baby supplies are? I wanna organize the rolling cart.”

Even though he was visibly worn out, he was still smiling and wanted to offer all he could. “We have it all in the garage. I can bring you everything you need.”

“Of course. Just don’t let Ev see you.”

“They’re both out, but it won’t be too long before we have to feed her again.”

He managed to quietly grab all the supplies to the nursery, watching Eden sort everything out with each trip he made.

“Thank you. Try not to let her come in here, tell her I’m sleeping in or something.” They both spoke softly to each other.

“Gotcha. Just message me if you need anything else.”

Eden nodded, watching him shut the door behind him before getting to work. She put in one ear phone, playing some of her relaxing music as she unwrapped everything. She was surprised to see storage dividers in the bags. Noah actually brought in everything.

The top drawer was divided into sections, starting with diapers, then creams, wipes, pacifiers, and a whole bunch of other stuff that she didn’t know the purpose for. She stored extra diapers, wipes, swaddles, and blankets into the rolling cart. The dresser and cart was done and she was excited to move on to actually implementing the color pink into the room.

She opened the closet, surprised to see even more stuff that was bought for the baby. She reached for a random bag, noticing the separate pink and blue flowers designed for the mobile. She started by hanging up the pink roses, giving it a good spin and smiling to herself. She was relieved to find most of what she needed was already in the closet, folded on a shelf. She removed the tiny mattress from the crib, fitting on a baby pink sheet and placing it back where it belonged. She placed the Krunk plush in the corner, folding the soft blankets with him as well. She hung the pale blush curtains on a rod, feeling the sun beam into the room.

It was almost noon and she had been at work for three hours. She moved closest to the door, getting a good view of the entire room. It looked very cozy, but something was still missing.

Eden snuck downstairs, making it to the foyer before her sister caught her.

“Where are you going?” She looked saddened.

“I just have a few things to pick up at the dorms. Want me to bring back some food?” It wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Oh yes please!”

Eden never imagined she would find herself in the crafts store, but here she was, venturing each aisle to find anything that would seem fit to decorate a nursery with. She didn’t find much, at least not what her sister would like. She did find pink 3D butterflies to scatter across the wall.

She texted Noah before she left the parking lot, telling him to distract her with the takeout while she took her items upstairs to finish later.

Eden first brought in the takeout rice cakes, watching Evelyn practically drool over them. She headed back out to the car, sneaking upstairs and hiding the bag in the closet. She rushed back down as if she didn’t do anything, joining the two to eat as her sister rocked Evangeline in her arm. She was amazed by how well she multitasked.

Shortly after Evelyn finished feeding Evangeline again, her and her baby started dozing off. Eden gestured Noah into the kitchen so they wouldn’t wake the two girls.

“I’m almost done. Wanna help me add the finishing touches?” She whispered, folding her hands together at her chest.

He didn’t waste a breath, following Eden upstairs. She pushed the nursery door open and watched as his face lit up.

“You…you did all of this?” His eyes were wide as he toured the room, pulling the dresser drawers out and back in. “This is amazing.”

“Do you think she will like it?” She asked, unsure of herself. She may have gotten too into it, forgetting whose child she was actually decorating for.

“She’s gonna love it. I love it. Thank you, Eden.” He rubbed the exhaustion from his face with his hands, opening up his arms to her.

“Don’t mention it.” She hugged him, patting his back before letting go. “I got these butterflies. And some blossom petals. I thought they would be cute on that wall.” She pointed with a smile.

The two scattered the butterflies and petals across one wall. It really brought everything together, and even Eden was proud of her work. If being an idol didn’t work out for her, she would want to be a renovator.

“Eva will be waking up soon. After she gets fed, do you want to show her?” He looked towards her.

“Yep.” Eden put her hands on her hips, noting his nickname for his daughter. “We make a great team, don’t you think?”

He nodded, raising his hand. She gave him a high five before he started gathering up everything that needed to be thrown away.

“I’ll be down. I want to take a few pictures.”

He nodded, giving the room one last nod of approval before shutting the door behind him.

Eden studied the room, making sure everything was perfect and adjusting anything that threw her off. She took her phone out of her pocket, snapping pictures that she’d eventually send to the girls and Seokmin when she finally laid down. She felt pretty accomplished, needing to see her sister’s reaction right away.

She came down the stairs, seeing Evelyn fitting a small baby hat on Evangeline's head. Noah looked like he had just sat down, not getting comfortable too soon.

Eden plopped down across from them, tucking her legs under her and smiling. “How’s she doing?”

Evelyn held her, tucking her hairs under the hat before kissing her forehead. “She’s just the best baby ever. She’s just so perfect.”

Eden and Noah shared looks, her sister taking obvious note. “What? Why are you looking at each other like that?”

“Oh nothing. We just have a surprise for you.” Eden smiled.

“More like Eden has a surprise.” He rolled his eyes.

“What did you do?” She stared her sister down like she was scheming something evil.

“Just a little something.”

“I swear to god if you spent money–”

“Don’t you want to see it?” Eden pushed herself off the sofa, crossing her arms.

“Of course I want to see it. What is it?” She looked back and forth between the two.

Noah stood up, holding his hand out. She was alert, taking his hand as he helped her up. She winced a bit, currently feeling the after effects of childbirth as the medicine wore off. She cradled Evangeline to her chest as he kept a steady hand on her elbow and back.

Eden led the way upstairs, taking each step slow as Evelyn waddled her way behind her.She reached the top, holding her hand out just in case she needed it.

“What is it? You two are scaring me.”

Noah led her to the door of the nursery, noticing the letter E that had not been there before.

“Shut up.” Evelyn snapped her neck towards her sister, making sure not to disturb Evangeline.

“Surprise!” Eden reached for the doorknob, twisting it and pushing it open.

Evelyn covered her mouth with her free hand, taking slow steps inside the room. She gasped as her eyes went wide, studying each and every detail that Eden had put into rearranging the nursery that morning.

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it?” Eden leaned against the doorframe, watching them go over everything.

She was quiet for a second, worrying Eden until she turned around to face her. Tears were actively falling down her cheeks, trying not to cry.

“Do I like it? I love it…” She sniffed, bringing the sleeve of her sweater to her eyes. Noah rubbed circles on her back as he smiled. “You did all of this?”

“Well, most of it. I figured if I was going to be staying here that I should make myself useful.”

Evelyn pouted, running her fingers across the wood of the crib, in awe of the butterflies scattered across the wall. “Eden…”

She couldn’t keep her own tears at bay when she said her name. She watched her slowly circle, eyeing as many things as she could. She reached for the dresser drawers, pulling each of them out and finally letting the sobs escape. “Eden.”

“Don’t cry! At least not while saying my name.”

“I don’t know what to say… I love it! Thank you so much.” Evelyn waddled like a penguin to her sister, giving her a half hug with Evangeline in her other arm. “Eden…It’s perfect.”

“You’re welcome.” Eden wiped her sister's tears before looking down at Evangeline. She looked perfectly content with her pacifier.

Evelyn stretched down to press a kiss to her daughter's forehead. “Don’t you just have the best aunt ever? You are so loved.”

To everyone’s surprise, Evangeline began to murmur, as if in agreement to what Evelyn said.

“Isn’t she precious?” Evelyn cried, looking up with tears coating her lashes.

Eden nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear as she leaned down to get a closer look at the baby. “And you’re the best niece ever.”

Her eyes squinted as she began to smile, squirming in her moms arms.

“You two are gonna be best friends.” Noah spoke from behind, smirking to himself.

Evelyn kissed her forehead once more, offering her to Noah. “Why don’t you go to daddy?” Eden did not miss the wink she threw in her direction.

She locked arms with her sister, squeezing as they both watched the scene unfold. Noah made goofy faces to Evangeline as he supported the back of her head. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek before he ever realized what was going on. Evelyn snorted, trying her best to hold back her laugh when the foul odor finally hit him.

“Sweetie…” He whined to Evelyn.

“Honey…It’s your turn to change her now.”

Eden quickly plugged her nose with her fingers, hiding her face in her sisters shoulder as they both laughed at him.

#ficnetfairy #justmochi: eden #eden & friends #blackpink 5th member #5th member of blackpink #fake blackpink member #fake blackpink oc #blackpink oc #blackpink addition #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #idol!oc #idol!addition #oc!idol #oc!kpop #oc!soloist #auntie eden

[baybtron]

𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹

fem!reader + itadori yuji

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰. i unwrap for you today, a fiction following the life of a college student who struggles with her drug addiction and depression. with no plans to fix herself she continues to create a ditch in which traps her in her studies and failing exams, until meeting a guy when working after a busy night shift. one that she didn’t know would change her life, drastically.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. college!au heavy!angst, violence, use of over the counter or prescription drugs/ medications, heavy!drugs use, panic attack, family issues mentioned?, depression, use of weapons, slow burn?, light!fluff, fem!reader.

𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. this is my first fan fiction ever 1) and 2) there are many details from this in which i’ve taken from euphoria.

i started this story on Monday, December 18th at 11:46.

maybe if you weren’t such a nuisance, maybe just maybe life would be better. or at least that’s what you thought, but what about what other people think? maybe they feel the same way. but who knows? who’ll ever know what other people trul— interrupted by your thoughts is your professor calling out your name from the front of the class. you practically jump out of your seat, swallowing thickly as you adjust yourself before setting your eyes on the professor. “i apologize, professor.” you say quietly, almost quiet as a mouse as you lean into your hand. your elbow resting on the desk, legs crossed as you try to focus. the professor nods his head in response, “please do try to pay attention.” he speaks aloud as he clears his throat, turning back to the board as he resumes his lecture.

though, it was hard enough for you to pay attention. being sleep deprived, and also being as high as a kite in class was not a good idea. you chuckled quietly at your own internal thoughts as you stare blankly at the board. all these other students must have a clue on what’s going on, unlike you. some woman putting her intelligence to waste by being high all day, words your mother would say if she were here.

you didn’t have much friends— or any at all. you didn’t need any, and coming from a thought that wasn’t in a way your mother would want it to be, friends were a nuisance. much like you saw yourself as one.

you trotted through the hallways of the college campus, hands in the pockets of your sweatpants as you counted each one of your steps. staring into the distance as you could feel the world around you spin, flake, disappear and come back, dissolve and bounce. carrying your black book bag— yeah, you still carried a book bag around like it were your highschool days. who cares? certainly not you. it was actually a comfort, being reminded of those days of youth. being so lost as you wobbled through the empty halls, too busy to take notice in the guy who was heading right towards you.

there was a large thump, the guy dropped his phone. you on the other hand stumbled back quite a bit, as if you were knocked out of your thoughts and back into reality. so much for a fifty dollar cart. you sighed as you scratched the back of your head lightly. “sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.” you said as you looked up at the guy whom you had ran into. Yuji Itadori.

wow, what a perfect guy. not even saying this appearance wise, but he was just perfect. ideal. he was a student athlete, full paid off scholarship from three whole sports. he was tall, dirty pink hair, light brown eyes like the autumn leaves. he had perfect grades, a perfect life, a lot of friends— he was definitely going somewhere in the future. much unlike yourself.

“no, don’t worry. that was my fault.” he gave a cheeky grin, holding up his hand as he held himself accountable. he then kneeled down to grab his phone, standing up straight again as he looked towards your direction. “trust me though, the other guys here would’ve made it a bigger deal than it should’ve been.” he chuckled in thought before tilting his head. analyzing you and your physical appearance. “you used to be on the girls baseball team in high school, right?” he questioned curiously.

oh? that was new. he’d actually recognized you, catching your interest. you just nod your head slowly, though it was still a bit hard to respond with such a slow processing time. “yeah, i.. uh..” you stammer on your words for a second before pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. to seem… more sober. “yeah, i was.” was. “i quit, after junior year though.” you gave a quick smile, before it going away. yuji nodded in understanding, “understandable.” he replied with a smile. “you look different, a good different though don’t get me wrong!” was he trying to keep this conversation up? he wasn’t doing good. “yeah— thanks.” you said bluntly. “i, uh.. really have to get going..” you gave a slightly empathetic chuckle, and a nervous smile. “i have an exam, i’ll catch up with you later though, yuji.” you said quickly, but before he could utter another sentence you’d already walked past him.

“y—“ …”yeah.” he said, looking back curiously as you walked off. “a good different.” he muttered under his breath before looking away, continuing his path as he placed his hands inside his pockets.

‘what a nuisance.’ you thought to yourself as you let out an annoyed huff.

later that night, you lie in bed, staring at your ceiling as puffs of smoke leave your mouth. your hair spread out on the white silk sheets, your arms and legs spread out as you stare at the euphoric glimmer of the sky. “i want to go to space.” you slurred out. staring into the ceiling of what was now the galaxy.

you wore a large white t- shirt, in which you had gotten from your older brother. before he had left, before the family split, before… before you were engrossed in drugs. funny, how then your mother would always say;

‘don’t get addicted to things you know you can’t go cold turkey on, pumpkin.’ pumpkin? she’d never say that. “maybe more of uh..” you muttered to yourself. “ ‘don’t do drugs, kid.’ “ you chuckled. “yeah, that sounds about right.” you said as you stared up at the galaxy patterned ceiling. which was all just a figment of your imagination of course, the floral designed underwear you wore designed in red rubbed against your skin. you lifted your arm, holding the blunt to your mouth as you inhaled.. andd exhaled. you closed your eyes. and the alarm rang. time for work.

that’s right, you take classes at 10 in the morning, leave at 12, go home for about 15 minutes.. get high and reminisce leave at 12:26 to go work, work until 2 in the morning.. go back to your apartment… and repeat.

you put on your uniform, tying your hair into a ponytail as you stared at yourself in the mirror. your eyes weren’t as bloodshot as they were in class. i mean? you didn’t need a cart for work, of course.

you thought that as you picked up your cart, stuffing it in your pocket. feeling rather prestigious knowing you can’t go anywhere without the feeling of euphoria following you around!

you sat on the edge of your bad as you put your shoes on, standing up before stretching as you let out a soft groan. “the cycle repeats.” you mutter to yourself as you grab your things and make your way out of your room, shutting the door behind you before walking towards the bathroom. sighing as you opened the mirror-cabinet to grab a small pill container. fluoxetine. didn’t help like weed carts did, but it helped enough to stay on it so when you say ‘i ran out of weed!’ you can just get more. except.. it’s given to you… and prescribed!

you closed the container before setting it back in the cabinet, closing the mirror door before switching off the light and walking out. yanking your keys from the holder as you unlocked and opened the door slowly, walking out as the burst of never-been-outside air hits you. shutting the door on your way out, you shift to your right on your heels. walking down the hallways, onto the elevator, through the lobby and outside to your car. as you got in you slumped in the drivers seat, i mean.. you could really crash into this whole complex right now and just… “boom” you emphasized to yourself before adjusting your body in the seat. setting your keys on the center console you push the start car engine button, buckle yourself in before letting the car heat up.

yeah, sure, your shift was going fine. you made it a few hours into it without bringing your cart into involvement. nor getting scolded for not cooperating by your manager. the loop was changing!

or so, you thought.

it was about 12:30 at night. tables had been cleaned, no customers until a group college students had walked in. in which you knew, and hated. though you put on a smile as you made your way to their table. “welcomeee, and what could i get for you lot.” you say in your best customer service voice.

the girl with a short black bob began to speak. “can i get—“ the girl was interrupted by a tall bulky guy with brown hair, and green eyes. he let out a loud obnoxious laugh as he analyzed you from top to bottom. “i know you.” his voice deep, husky. he tilted his head to the side.

“i, uh.. don’t think i recognize you.” well, how could you. on cloud 9 almost all the time, it’d be a surprise if you did remember.

the guy chuckled.

“i used ta’ be your dealer. till’ you basically said.. fuck yourself, and didn’t pay me.”

“i don’t recall.”

“ya’ know ya’ do.”

“maybe you’re mistaken.”

“you callin’ me dumb, bitch?”

“maybe i am.”

he chuckles. “yeah. maybe you are.” he says, his smile slowly fading. his face falling into a glare, though you knew you were fucked. you thought nothing of it.

and for the rest of that shift, you found yourself high in the clouds again. it helped with the anxiety.

about an hour later, you found yourself taking the trash out. couldn’t your colleagues have done this? or maybe something to help. you scoff. but you were feeling great, so who even cares? as long as you were feeling it so was everyone else. you pushed the back door open as you entered the slim and dark alleyway, the black trash bag in hand as you began to toss it in the trash. you stood there for a second before hearing a whistle in the distance.

“yo, bitch.” a voice you recognized called out, standing in the distance was the guy from earlier, his buddies.. and more buddies. you sighed as you held up your hands, “look.. i.. don’t want any problems.” your voice slurred slightly, but he was too angry to notice.

he trotted over, your reaction timing was moving in space time. so you had literally no time to react at all, as he punched you square in the face. you swear you could feel every bone in your face shift as you fell back, you let out a loud groan. looking up as your eyes widened slightly, but so gone only half of you didn’t realize what was going on.

a few more of his guys joined in, assaulting a cafe worker at 1 in the morning.. in the middle of a dark alleyway. how ironic. after a while you were sat against the brick wall, a cut on your swollen cheek, a bloody nose, and a pool of blood leaking out of your mouth.

“what a nuisance.” the guy spat at you. walking away with the rest of his buddies. your eyes followed him.

“where have i heard that before?” you muttered out as you leaned your head back against the wall. your hand slowly making its way into your pocket as you pulled out your cart. bringing it to your mouth.

inhale, exhale.

closing your eyes as your lungs inhaled the euphoric air.

“yo.”

a voice echoed through your head.

“yo!”

“yoooooooooo!”

your eyes shot opened, coming to your senses as your turn your head slightly to the side. your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you see a silhouette of a man kneeled down in front of you. at first you were able to recognize who it was. but your eyes did you justice, only to realize it was yuji. what a coincidence.

“sheesh.. what happened to you? you look beat up!” he says as he analyzes your face. grabbing your had slowly before helping you up. you couldn’t balance yourself though, so he held you on your feet by the waist. barely conscious as his voice began to fade from your ears. as he walked with you you were completely out of it. he didn’t know any info on you, where you live.. or anything really, except that you did girls baseball in high school, the same one he went to. and had a few conversations with you.. but did you even remember?

he looked concerned as he kept his focus on you, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

you woke up hours later, laying on your back in bed. staring up at the bright ceiling as the sun trickled through the curtains. but this wasn’t… your bed. hell, this wasn’t even your room. “what the.. fuck..” you muttered confusingly as you sat up. wincing a bit in pain, bringing a hand to your face as you felt the bruise on your upper cheek.

the room had navy blue walls, consisted of posters of Jennifer Lawrence, random movies in which you’d never seen, video game consoles and a desk. yeah, this definitely wasn’t your room.

“you’re awake.” your head almost snapped as you turned to the right, facing where the voice had come from. standing in the doorway was yuji. you analyzed him as he stood in his sweatpants and Jennifer Lawrence shirt which had pictures of her face collaged onto it. you cringed. then looking back at his face. “oh, um.. hi. yeah.” you pulled your legs over the edge of the bed. only to realize you were in large red pajama pants, which weren’t yours. and your t shirt, which was under your work uniform before.. all this happened. “sorry, but what am i doing here?” you ask.

he leans against the doorframe. your figure was small in his pajama pants, he didn’t do anything weird or creepy he just wanted you to feel comfortable rather than sleeping in work pants that could wake you up with an ache in your legs. “you really don’t recall?” he asked curiously.

“yeah, i mean…—“ you shot a frown. “can you just..- enlighten me, einstein.” you mutter. he blinks, chuckling a bit. “okay, no need to get aggressive” he said as he made his way in, handing you strawberry yogurt with a spoon. sitting besides you on the bed as you reluctantly take it. “found you unconscious, all beat up in an alleyway. i woke you up for a second, but you just passed right back out.” he chuckled. “brought you to my place—“ he held up his hands. “and i swear on my life, didn’t do anything weird. i just changed you into my favorite pajama pants— so you weren’t uncomfortable. i didn’t sleep in the same bed as you either. slept on the couch.” he said, in full honestly before putting his hands back on his lap.

not that you cared, anyway. if he even did do anything, you were unconscious anyway. “oh, and i also put some stuff to help with the bruising and scratches on your face. i also stopped your lip from bleeding.. it was pretty busted.” he said with a grin. it made you raise a brow, this guy was mindful. and he was proud of himself for it… well, not that being careful and mindful was bad but— “never mind.” you muttered to yourself, he raised a brow. “what?” he said suddenly. you almost shot up, looking back at him. “oh.. err.. nothing, sorry.” you said awkwardly before shooting up again. “and— thanks.” you were a bit of an awkward and anxious person— when you weren’t under the influence of drugs, it’s clear that you didn’t care about your own wellbeing.

“well—“ you said suddenly before yuji spoke up again, “y’know..” he said quietly. you turned your head to face him again. and he faced you. “smokings not good for you.” he said with an almost innocent gaze, before standing up and stretching with a groan. “keep the pants, by the way.” he said with a pure smile. if you were high, you’d laugh. but you could just stare in silence as you slowly stood up. “my.. uh.. my car.” you said quietly. “hm?” he turned to you, “oh, i have your keys. car is still by the cafe. if you need me to help ya’ cause you’re a little woozy i can help.” he said softly as he pulled out your keys from his pocket and tossed them to you.

you caught them with both hands, cringing slightly at his offer. “er, no thanks.” you said quietly. “but thanks.” you said again.

when you two stood at his door you had all your things gathered, though you still had his pajama pants on. which he said was fine. “thank you, again, yuji.” you said, you were thankful. you really were. you just couldn’t express it. “no problem, bun.” he said with a smile. ‘bun’? you raised a brow. what an odd guy. as you were about to walk away he suddenly spoke again. “hey.. sorry.. but uh..” he stammered a bit. you turned around to face him, a bit curious as to what he had to say. “we should really.. like.. hang out more.” hang out? “and er—“ he scratched his head. “you really should quit the smoking thing.” the smoking term, again. that’s funny. you thought. but the thought of him wanting to hang out.. also sort of peaked your interest. “….okay.” you said softly. you hadn’t even realized you had uttered that out. but you did. you now had a friend. maybe?

later that day you lay in your own bed, you had taken a shower so your hair was still a bit damp. your body was curled up as you hugged a stuffed animal. you weren’t high.. not one bit. but you were thinking of the words of yuji, ‘you should really quit the smoking thing.’ you almost scoffed aloud as you thought of it again. “as if.” you muttered before your hand slid under your pillow, pulling her cart from under it.

a smirk on your face as you brought it up to your mouth, but stopped as it was only a few inches away.

‘you should really quit that smoking thing.’

“that smoking thing.” you snorted. pulling the cart back from her face, before tossing it the other way. “okay, yuji.” she muttered to herself.

‘ why does some silly boy have a huge influence on me? ‘

the next day you found yourself getting ready again for your classes, you missed the other day so there was an unexcused absence. you didn’t mind— well, usually you didn’t. but you found yourself today feeling a bit.. stressed maybe? not sure. it was an odd feeling.

you dressed yourself in a t shirt and jeans, adjusting how your clothes looked on your body you made your way into the bathroom. staring at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes.. that felt like.. forever.

“i look weird.”

you say quietly to yourself.

“i feel weird.”

you say in a louder voice, almost jumping out of your skin when you realize how loud you can be. as if you didn’t know you could be any louder.

you just sigh, feeling weird. but your body feels oddly warm. in a good way of course. you almost crack a smile as you open the mirror cabinet, pulling out the container of prescription pills. “these wouldn’t count.. right?” you stared at them. you then let out a heavy sigh before putting them back, closing the mirror and walking out of the bathroom.

“no.”

you grab your bags as you slightly adjust your hair.

what are you doing that for? you catch yourself, questioning in your head as to why you would even care about things such as your own hair. you take a minute to think before brushing it off. you grab your phone, shoving it into your pocket as you walk out of your room, making your way to the front door as you slip on your black uggs. you twist the doorknob after unlocking it, grabbing your keys before standing there for a second.

you’re forgetting something.

you stare at the doorknob as you dissociate from your body. “it’s probably nothing.” you mutter out before walking out the door, shutting the door behind you as make your way out.

unlike your job, the college campus was literally right next door! all you had to do was a little bit of walking. you’d be fine, right?

“you made it early for once.” your professor said with a small smile. you looked up from wherever you stood. staring for a second before shaking out of your thoughts. “yeah.. i uh.. i.. i made it.” you give a small yet awkward smile. “well, take a seat then.” he offers kindly as he turns around and starts cleaning off the board. you nod in response as you make your way to your seat in the front row, crossing your legs as you look around.

“you know…. in the beginning of the year, you were my best student.” the professor said. you looked over, he was a scrawny old man with long grey hairs. he seemed sweet too. “oh..” was all you could mutter out. wanting to tell him more for some reason, he just tilted his head. “what happened, young one?” he questioned curiously. though you could sense a feeling of warmth from him, “well..” just before you could speak, mote students came flooding in. interrupting your train of thought and voice, you just stopped. and looked away. though, your professor didn’t pry. he just nodded, and faced the other students.

after that class you found yourself, yet again walking through the hallways. you looked around as you sort of.. admired the campus view. “why’ve i never noticed this?” you muttered to yourself as you looked around. you nodded your head as if approving the beautiful scenery like never before. you chuckle to yourself before heading into the library, which you’ve never done before. quite odd of you.

pulling out your phone as you quietly walk in, the library filled with books of every genre. i mean, of course. it’s a library. you sit down at a nearby table, there were a few other people here as well. scattered around studying, or just reading.. but you didn’t mind. you felt a sense of peace? maybe. until you heard a familiar voice.

“yo!” a male voice said aloud, a few voices shushing him in the background. you looked up as you noticed him, a small smile appearing on your face, before fading as you noticed four other people following behind him. a rather tall male with black spiky hair, following by a shorter guy with white hair and a black mask. a girl with a short brown bob, and another with a long black high ponytail. they all waved and sat down.

“hey!” the female with the brown eyes and short brown hair said with a smile, “we’ve heard a lot about you, from yuji of course!” she said happily. the others agreeing. she held out her hand to shake yours as she leaned over the table. you looked down at her hand, hesitant. you looked back at her and then smiled. she awkwardly pulled her hand away. yuji smiled, “don’t be nervous. these are my friends, nobara, megumi, maki, and toge. wanted to introduce them to you.” he said happily.

“tuna.” the white haired male introduced as toge spoke. in which the girl, maki, with the long ponytail agreed with him. she pushed her glasses up slightly as she sat up. “you have an odd scent— don’t get me wrong, you look good but usually— and i see you around campus a lot.. usually you look out of it. are you feeling okay today?” she asked curiously.

“oh— i.. uh..” you stammered.

“maki! why would you ask such a question?” nobara butted in.

megumi peaked in from his phone. “maybe she’s just having a good day.” he mustered.

toge responded, “tuna mayo.” which you didn’t quite understand.

yuji tried to speak a few times but they continued to argue a bit more, they’d ask you questions but wouldn’t let you answer them. overwhelming you as they argued and argued and argued.

you felt yourself getting overwhelmed, your face felt like it was heated as your chest started to become heavy. your eyes darted from each of them before standing up quickly, gathering your things and walking off without say.

yuji noticed you before anyone, standing up as he watched you rush away. he shouted your name, “wait! please—“ he called after you. but you kept walking, you walked until you were off the campus. looking around as cars passed by, people laughed and chatted as you rushed through. the sidewalks seemed like they were always crowded.. but why now? why now when you felt the world caving in on you? why now when you felt as if you couldn’t breath.

why now when you felt isolated?

you rushed to the student apartment complex as your hand never left your chest, trying to catch your breath as if you just ran a mile. your eyes darted around making sure no one followed you, fumbling with the keys in your pocket as you made your way up the stairs. “mom.. mommy.” you muttered under your breath. as if she would even come. what was wrong with you?

finally opening the door you yanked your keys out of the lock and slammed the door behind you, not even locking it as you dropped your things. you rushed around, rummaging through your things.

“where is it?” you shouted, as if you were in fear. as if you were hiding from someone. you destroyed your room, the living room, your cabinets, drawers, until you moved onto your bed next. you grabbed your pillow and threw it as your breath scurried away from you. tears filling your eyes as you destroyed everything in your path… until you found it. your cart, you yanked it towards you quickly. putting it to your mouth.

inhale, exhale.

but you felt nothing.

you opened your eyes, your breathing getting increasingly quicker as you stood up. “what the fuck? what the fuck.. what the fuck!” you shouted as you pulled your hair. you kicked your dresser as you rushed around your room. god, you ran into the bathroom. you looked through everything.. to find nothing. nothing, nothing, nothing.

more tears left your eyes, you sat against the wall as you banged your head against it. thinking, thinking, thinking.

you had no money— you had nothing. you couldn’t just call up a dealer. you had nothing. nothing…

your eyes shot open. you stood up quickly, looking around as you swallowed thickly.

something.

you slowly made your way into your room, walking towards the closet as your hands shakily moved towards the knob. opening it slowly as you looked up at the upper shelf of your closet, there sat a gun. you stood on the tips of your toes grabbing it barely with the tips of your fingers as you brought it down.

you stared at it, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes. shakily holding it up, you pointed it towards your head. closing your eyes slowly. god, you were so lost that you didn’t even notice..

“what the hell are you doing?” your eyes shot open. turning around quickly as you looked at the person.. yuji? your breath began to quicken again. and before you knew it you pointed the gun at him. “get out.” you muttered out.

his eyes widened. staring at you, his eyes darting from the gun and back to your face. he took a step back. “look— i.. i don’t know what happened out there, but i can help you. i really can.” he nodded his head as he took a step closer. “just.. please p—“ you interrupted him. aiming it straight at him, your tears drying. “don’t come any closer.” in which he nodded. “right..” he muttered as he held up his hands. “look, i promise. i can get you the help you need— anything just d..”

“stop acting like you’re my friend, yuji.”

“what?”

“i said: Stop acting like you’re my friend.”

“i.. i am your friend. you’re mine.”

“we were never friends! i never asked you to be my friend— i never did! you just decided to come into my life!”

“…”

“you ruined it all! i felt so good.. so relieved.. so alone. and you came and ruined it!”

“you were already ruining yourself!”

“—and how would you have even noticed? you’ve never even spoken to me.”

“but i have. don’t you remember?”

“what..?”

“of course you don’t. when i said i knew you from high school— i didn’t just know you as that big shot on the girls baseball team. we met at a party— and we talked.. and.. we danced. but of course—“

“you’re lying.”

“you would’ve remembered if you didn’t drown yourself in drugs every day and night.” he spat. your eyes widened. lowering the gun, only slightly.

that’s right.. that’s right.

the music was loud, you stood there in your short sparkly royal blue dress as you danced. your friends, people you didn’t know surrounded you as the music blasted. your friends giggled as you all danced, and shouted to communicate over the music.

you felt a bit dehydrated, as all you did was drink and dance. drink as in alcohol.

“i’m uh.. gonna go get a drink!” you shouted to your friends, in which they all nodded. as you pushed your way through the crowded room full of dancing high school students you walked over to the table full of foods, drinks, alcohol.. but you grabbed a water. twisting the top off as you brought it to your lips.

“fun party, right?” a male voice from behind you said. you turned around, a smile tugging at your lips. yuji itadori. “funny seeing you here.” you said with a soft chuckle. “but yeah, fun, i guess.” you replied.

“you look good!”

“what?”

“i said, you look good!”

you giggle to yourself as you tap your ear, the music blasting.

“i can’t hear you!”

yuji chuckled to himself before taking a few steps closer, “i said you look good!” he said with a smile as he stared at you.

you stared at him, a bit surprised by the compliment before smiling. “thank you, yuji.” you said softly, staring up at him.

the two standing in front of each other with soft gazes.

now stare at each other in fear, confusion, and despair.

“please.” yuji says again, “put the gun down.” his voice breaking a bit. and all you do is stare, the tears welling up in your eyes as you just collapse onto the floor. sobbing like a child. the gun beside you, but not in your possession.

and without hesitation itadori runs towards you, kneeling down as he helps you up slightly. “it’s okay, don’t cry, don’t cry.” his voice soft, he wipes your tears with care as you sit up on your knees. holding you in his arms as he sits on his own knees. “i’m here.” he says softly.

“i’m sorry, yuji.” you choke out as he wipes your tears, staring at him as he holds you in his arms.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do.” you sob out.

he lets out a heavy sigh. “i’ll be here with you, okay?” he pulls you closer to him. and you let him. your head lay against his chest, he leans back against the foot of your bed. holding you close to him as he tilts his head back. stroking your hair as you sob into his chest.

“just the two of us.”

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[astheskycries]

Desperate Times

Things get messy once Frank's ex follows you into the grocery store, leaving your confidence shaking.

Thank you all so much for the love on Friday Nights and my little Frank series. I'm excited for you to see a bit of an aftermath of their recent date, but I'm even more excited to be back into writing again.

Masterlist Buy Me a Coffee

I hum a little to myself as I walk down the aisles, pushing a grocery cart as I search for that last item on my list. It’s a typical Saturday- a great night last night with Frank, spare the little run-in with his ex, Mary with Roberta, and Frank following up on his latest boat before he helps put groceries away. Even though I live there, I always buy the food, feeling bad for taking up the extra space despite how happy I am with them. Frank isn’t too thrilled, but I just keep going, knowing he doesn’t want to upset me by covering it himself.

“Oh?”

I startle and turn around, a little surprised as I look at the woman from last night. I instantly relax, holding myself a bit taller. She doesn’t need to see any weakness. “Can I help you?”

She smirks, and I can’t get over how intimidating she is- a man’s dream body, even if the man has a kind heart. “You’re Frank’s little friend, aren’t you? Man, what was the name…”

“(Y/N).”

She smirks. “Yes, (Y/N). I’m amazed he lets you leave the house, he’s such a possessive man, in bed and out.”

I tense a little, not liking her talking about Frank that way. “My relationship with Frank is none of your business.”

“Oh?” She smirks. “Wasn’t Bonnie Stevenson the last one to sleep around with him?”

I swallow. “Frank and Bonnie separated on good terms. We’re actually close friends. Is there anything else you needed?”

She steps a bit closer, eyes threatening as she stares me down. “Frank Adler is incapable of having a real relationship. He does nothing but drink and take care of that little girl. If you were intelligent, you’d realize that. He’s going to hurt you, like everyone else in his past, and no one will care enough about you to help pick up the pieces.” I swallow, and she smiles sweetly before turning on her heel. “Have a great day!” She calls over her shoulder, and I stand alone in the aisle with nothing but the sound of her heels tapping against the tile as she walks away.

***

I release a breath as I pull into Frank’s driveway, seeing his worn truck and unsure if I’m relieved or nervous about him being home. I will never be able to hide anything from him- I never have- but I don’t want to worry him either. Like it or not, I have to put my best foot forward and act casual about everything.

I glance up to see Frank leaning against the doorway, barefoot and arms crossed as he watches me. I can tell by his eyes that he knows I’ve been sitting here, so I quickly get my things gathered and climb out, starting to grab the heavy bags before he can.

A hand suddenly grips the handle of the bag I’m holding, easing the pressure from the nearly overflowing handful, and there’s breath against my neck as Frank murmurs, “I’ll take that,” I shiver, letting him have the big ones, and I easily grab the rest before following him inside. “Everything ok? You were sitting out there for a while.”

I blush a bit, unable to help being touched that he cares enough to check on me. “Yeah, just lost in thought.” I set the bags down and start unloading everything, feeling his eyes study me as I get to work. “Isn’t it supposed to storm soon? We could probably set some movies up and have a night in.”

“(Y/N),” Frank says softly, and I can’t help but glance up at him, instantly trapped by his beautiful eyes, a stormy mixture of blues and greys, with worry and concern thrown in to make my heart ache even more. “Talk to me.”

I swallow, incredibly nervous. “I saw her again in the store.” I turn, not wanting to elaborate and instead putting some boxes away. There’s not much, since it’s just the three of us on a small budget, but it’s plenty.

I can feel Frank’s eyes never leave me, even though I can’t look at him. “What, the girl from last night? What did she want?”

I swallow, eyes stinging slightly as I put the last thing away. I’m ashamed of the burn, but it’s outside of my control- between the words and the fear of disappointing him, it was bound to happen. “Just… Talked about you. That you were possessive. That you were incapable of having a real relationship and that you would leave me hurt with no one left to care.” I feel his hand rest on my arm, and I dip my head despite letting him turn me around. His hand is on my cheek, gently stroking my skin with his thumb, and I lean into his touch automatically. 

“None of that is true,” He coos gently, voice low as he watches my face. I swallow, and he gently moves his thumb under my chin, lifting my face to his. “Hey, look at me,” He smiles a bit, clearly concerned about me but wanting to support me. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be right here, complaining about the manufacturers of Lego to you for the rest of our lives.” I can’t help but smile, and he relaxes more, smiling when he sees my own worry fade. “I love you, (Y/N). You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

I giggle a bit, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him gently, but he keeps me there, deepening the kiss and moaning as his tongue gently enters my mouth, exploring and memorizing every inch of it. I moan, gripping his hair, and he grabs my hips and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, his hands tugging my shirt over my head so he can nip and kiss my check, making me moan before grabbing his shirt and yanking it off, teasing his nipples.

He tosses me on the bed, crawling up to the waistband of my jeans and tugging it off, removing my shoes and panties as he crawls back up, kissing his way up my legs before nuzzling my core. “Fuck, (Y/N),” He growls breathlessly. I whimper, soaked, and he easily inserts two fingers, crooking them and stroking my walls. “Are you ready?”

I nod desperately, lifting my hips a bit, and he yanks his pants down with a hand before grabbing protection and carefully entering me, filling me completely and making me moan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” He moans, and I grip his hair, tugging him down so I can kiss him deeply, continuing to rock. He rolls, letting me lead, and I ride him as I kiss his neck, fingers entwined with his as I keep rocking. It doesn’t take long for us both to finish, and I collapse on his back, curling close as his fingers absently rub up and down my spine.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper against his chest, making him chuckle.

“I was thinking the same about you,” He tilts my chin to kiss me again, humming in contentment. “I can’t wait to add something here,” He kisses my bare ring finger, and I blush, smiling up at him shyly. “And then I can really prove how much I love you.”

“You already do,” I whisper, and I smile as he kisses me again, holding me close until we hear the knock on the door, signaling that we need to get dressed before Mary sees us.

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[moxpunk]

So, I mentioned I'd write up a trip-report/retrospective of my experience of getting absolutely buried under pies on Saturday, so here it is! Be warned, it's fucking long.

To start off, my friend Dee was very professional about the whole matter: reassured me that I'd be taken care of, helped lighten the mood a bit, and didn't have any massive expectations for someone they just met for the first time in-person who's never done something like this at such a scale. Our styles and how we carried ourselves couldn't be different though, which was extremely funny to me. Them in this very stylish coat and scarf number, while I'm bumming around in my ripped-up Fender shirt and fishnet-tights - extremely visual-metaphor, I know.

Snagging the supplies was a wild experience. I'm just sorta following along while Dee had a total game-plan in their head, bee-lining it towards the baking section and immediately shoving about 12 boxes of cake batter into the cart. I was surprised to see how little frosting they snagged, but that'll be something for next time. The other supply that dominated our cart was store-brand whipped topping for the pies. I figure we had like about a dozen tubs of that as well by the end. During the grocery-run, I told Dee that whenever someone would make a comment when I'd buy stuff for solo-experiences, I just tell them that I'm running a bake-sale or something. People will take it at face-value, and I don't have to explain that "Yes, I'm buying so much dessert-product because it's a kink of mine". But Dee, this asshole (affectionate), gets asked the question while we're checking out and puts on this bright face saying they're "Moxie's happy helper, she's got so much work to be done on her head" and I'm trying not to corpse right then and there while I'm bagging our supplies. I think my face was crimson when we bounced back to my place.

Speaking of my place, I do not live in a large apartment and my bathroom is even smaller with my shower being a one-person standing-job. Thankfully, this also means that laying down tarp to catch the massive amount of spillage was super easy, and Dee had tons of tarp and tape ready to go. Looked like that one scene in American Psycho with a singular chair in the middle surrounded by clear tarp to catch the mess. Absolutely unhinged shit if you saw it out of context.

Then came making everything! Dee had brought a bunch of pudding-cups as filling for the pies as well as some xanthan gum to thicken things. That xanthan gum stuff is wild, they mixed it with water at first, and it had the texture of drool. Great if you're into that stuff and want a body-safe way to get drenched in it! I had baked half of the crusts earlier when we got back, but I totally spaced on poking holes in the crusts so they ended up kinda jank. Thankfully, the pies were just going to be thrown at me instead of eaten. Ha! This is when my back started getting angry at me, standing a whole bunch and moving around the kitchen. Had to take a number of breaks during this, but Dee told me they have infinite energy for this sort of thing and was fine that the fat girl needed a few breaks. Took maybe an hour in total to go from nothing to a dozen pies and three 3-gallon buckets of cake batter, which was wild. I put some makeup on, Dee got the camera and tripod set up, and it was time for us to start!

The anticipation I felt when I was sitting in that chair was wild. Like, I've absolutely pied myself before and even last year I got pied by another person for the first time from my ex. So, I sorta knew what to expect. But, these pies had that gum mixed in to hold their shape better, so I wasn't entirely certain how it was going to go. Dee told me to get ready and…

SPLAT! The first pie nearly knocked the fucking air out of my lungs. It was fucking cold thanks to the topping been in the fridge-section of the grocery store about only an hour ago! It covered my whole face and stuck to my hair that I had pushed to run down the side of my head, and I nearly called for a yellow light to slow down. For a little there, I felt like I couldn't catch my breath properly before two more pies got sandwiched over my head. Dee, for their part, did the expert thing of smearing and twisting the desserts over my head to just turn it into a mask of goop. This is absolutely the point where I could feel all the weight concentrate in my hair and start to weight my whole damn head down. Looking back at the video for reference, my hair is just this curtain of white goop and pie crust.

A few pies in for good measure, and Dee finally grabbed one of the buckets of batter. The dye we snagged wasn't all that potent, sadly. We wanted a bright pink sludge that mimicked the ancient-ass game-show What Would You Do's "Crowning Glory", but we know next time not to get the gel-dye (and also to buy a hand-mixer!). Because it's part of The Kink, of course I looked directly up into the bucket above just before it cascaded over me. In stark contrast to the other pies being cold as hell, Dee used warm water to mix with the batter, so it was heavenly to have that thick warmth poured over my body. It made all the future pies a lot easier to handle, honestly, by having that mucky barrier of off-pink coating me.

Around this time is when I realized "Oh, right, I have a bunch of hair soaking in all this stuff, might as well work it in!" because I'm a dork for my hair getting the slop-salon treatment. Another few pies splatted over my face while I worked my hair like I was in a shampoo commercial, Dee grabs my arm and smears a big blob of marshmallow fluff up my armpit because the bastard knows I'm a pit-fiend. So, you folks out there that enjoy the idea of lapping dessert out of my pit, please hold onto that mental image nice and tight. The banter between me and Dee started flowing at about this point. They were asking me questions while smearing the batter over my body, and ended up zeroing in on my nipple. I'm a sensitive lady, so when I'm trying to give an answer, it came out as "Oh yeah~!" like I'm some actress in a shitty porn because I was goddamn moaning through it. They didn't let me forget that, repeating it back to me whenever I would say "Yeah" to anything. Asshole (affectionate).

Syrup came next, just some cheap-ass brand and not actual maple syrup, and I smelled like breakfast. I smelled like breakfast for like two days afterwards, even through a thorough shower. I am not complaining at all, this is a benefit to this fetish. Honestly, the syrup was the one thing that I was not expecting to enjoy as much as I did. In my head, it's watery and just kinda boring? But, it being emptied out over mess-coated me and a pie that was stuffed into my face, I'm absolutely adding it to the roster of Quick and Easy Shit to Buy When I'm Horny.

Then came The Barrage. So, in this little obsession Dee and I share, the pie-barrage is usually seen as one of the climaxes of a scene. It's taking what, up to this point, is usually singular pies being added to someone in a sensual way that builds up the mess slowly piece-by-piece. A barrage of pies is the person throwing them going absolutely feral and just wanting to see the target inundated with layer upon layer of pie. That's exactly what happened to me! The first pie hit, totally blinding me, and before I had time to react properly, a second and then a third pie was added to the vaguely human-shaped blob of pie and moaning trans woman. Even managed to muffle anything I was trying to say, which was incredible to someone like me that types out muffled syllables in text roleplay. Honestly, Dee got the best photos of me immediately after the barrage, you… can hardly see who I am, let alone what I am. Absolute peak!

When your head is absolutely coated in thick pie-slop, the world fades away in a real way. You can't see past the layers of dessert, it settles over your head so you can't hear anything but your own breathing, and taste and smell have been absolutely tossed out the window to be replaced by sugarsmell. It's like sensory deprivation, because even your sense of touch fades out since you're rocking at least a layer or two of full-body coverage. It's an incredible experience! It's also only halfway through my session!

To speed things up a bit, more pies and more batter-slime was added to the mess. Since this kink began with Nickelodeon shows for the vast majority of the Millennials that have it, it's a bit of a "tradition" when green slime is involved (in our case, green batter because I'm a Dessert Bitch) to say "I don't know" like in You Can't Do That On Television. Say the trigger-phrase, get a bucket of green dumped over you. Dee even tried to put the bucket over my head, but the three-gallon ones are just a bit too small for that. It's a shame, because if we had the five-gallon buckets, I would have absolutely done a bit of head-dunking where I get on my hands and knees before plunging my whole head into that warm goop. Dee even had some chocolate cake batter as well, which reminded me that Valentine's was only a few days previous. Chocolate-covered goblin, anyone? The irony of my most-recent art piece mirroring what was going to happen to me is absolutely not lost on me.

Eventually, we had run out of supplies, and I got to sit there in the chair just enjoying the mess I was in. My hair was so heavy at that point, and the slop had just sorta congealed into a single texture. It made it incredibly easy to just work and play with, with Dee finally realizing that the reason I keep my hair so goddamn long is for moments like this where I get to wear what felt like ten pounds of sludge from the neck up. As is tradition in these shoots, just because we ran out of supplies doesn't mean the Moxie Messing was over, because Dee had put a bucket between my legs to catch as much excess slop as possible before dumping it all over my head in this thick mashed-up mixed-up wave.

After I had run out of steam having fun with myself, it was time to wrap and get me cleaned off. Wringing out my hair was an experience for the both of us. Neither of us had really realized just how much mass my hair could hold. When I went to pull the mess from my hair, it… just kept going. I filled a damned three-gallon bucket with just the stuff in my hair alone, and even then there was more. I soaked myself in the shower for the better part of a half-hour afterwards, to which my back got very upset at me for standing so long on a slippery surface. When I came out of the shower, Dee had completely cleaned the place. Wrapped up the pool of slop in the tarps and slammed it into a contractor bag for dumping. In my past experiences of being really bad at planning, it was never that easy, so I was thoroughly impressed at the foresight. I helped Dee toss it all into the dumpster near my place, and they bounced on off home in their car soon after!

So, to summarize… Holy shit, I wrote a lot, didn't I? Ha! But, yeah, this was an incredible experience and hands-down the best and most-encompassing slop-session I've ever had to this point. Dee said they absolutely want to do another session before they move again, so I'm excited to have more experiences like this! Hopefully this whole thing helps show people that have no idea why the hell I'm so obsessed with being hit by pies why I enjoy it, and shows people that do understand how incredible it was for me to have this. 2023 was a rough year for me, so kicking off 2024 with a session like this is hopefully the start to a far better year. With that, let's call it a wrap!

Love you all, stay messy. 💖

#messy talk #wet and messy

[observeowl]

Her Assistant | Chapter 3 - Bruce Banner & Stark's Party

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Your POV I was cleaning up Miss Romanoff's office as she came in after finishing her meeting with Mr Fury. I had no idea what they were talking about, I was never allowed to be in the same room as them but the times after the meetings are always fun.

"Cancel all meetings after this, we are going to pay Tony a visit."

"Anything else Miss Romanoff?" She shook her head before stopping herself. "I would like my chocolate mousse cake an hour early today." She ordered.

I closed the door behind me after leaving. "What a stupid order." I muttered under my breath. Miss Romanoff must have known that I hadn't stocked up the kitchen and there wasn't any chocolate for me to use. Plus, she wants her dessert an hour early, this has to be on purpose.

"Bucky! Take care of the house, I'll be back in half an hour." I took the keys and drove down to the nearest mart to get all the supplies.

Bucky POVAfter Y/N left me alone in the house with Miss Romanoff, I didn't know what to do. I've never been left in charge before, all I knew before being hired in by Miss Romanoff was how to hold a gun. Knives were used to kill and not cook, I've never used it on a non-living thing.

I've never cooked except the time where I first joined and they stationed me at the kitchen. I set the kitchen on fire and dinner was still midway preparing when it was already time for dinner. Y/N came in and put out the fire before salvaging what's left. In a blink of an eye, dinner was served as if nothing had happened. I've never heard of anyone of her calibre, it's like she dropped from the sky like a gift.

I did some digging and heard some gossips here and there, apparently, the Romanoff's were pretty famous years ago but a huge fire wiped out most of her family and only she survived. Miss Romanoff came back one day and Y/N was already assisting next to her and she created the business she has today.

Y/N came back holding all sorts of groceries bags in her arms and I went forward to help her unload. She passed them all to me and quickly took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves before starting her work in the kitchen.

Like magic, she finished the dessert Miss Romanoff asked for in an instant and the kitchen looked like it hasn't been touched by the end of it.

Natasha POVTime was ticking for her. I love giving Y/N challenges without allowing her to prepare for it and sad to say, she always nails it. How boring. I would love to see her fail for once.

"Come in." I said after hearing a knock on my door. Y/N pushed a cart in with the chocolate mousse cake resting in the middle together with my second coffee of the day. She cut up a slide and plated it before setting it in front of me on my table. Grabbing the fork she presented to me, I plunged in mercilessly and savoured the contents.

Dang it, she makes such a delicious mousse cake under pressure too. What can she not do?

I finished the rest of the slice before licking the residual chocolate on the fork and dropping it on the plate. She cleared it and poured fresh coffee in my cup.

"We have about two hours before we have to leave for Mr Stark's party." She informed me.

I nodded my head before going through the reports I received from my employees. "Push it back, we're meeting Bruce first." I decided to change my schedule on a whim. I heard her mumbling something in the quiet study but it wasn't clear enough.

"What is it? Speak up!"

"Nothing Miss Romanoff, I'll be heading out to prepare for our trip."

Your POVI sighed as I closed the door. Changing the schedule as she pleases, it's not as simple as it looks to be. Does she think others will clear their schedule for her? Who does she think she is, Queen of England?

"Miss Romanoff made changes again, we are heading out earlier." I told Bucky who was the one preparing the cars.

"That reminds me, your new car you ordered is already in the garage. It came while you were preparing Miss Romanoff's dessert." He informed me.

Finally one good thing today. I went to the garage to see my new car under the spotlight of the garage. And she looks good, my grey Porsche Caynne.

I got in excitedly and felt the leather on the seat. I can't wait to bring her out for a drive. Well, technically I am in a couple of hours but that would be with Miss Romanoff. I couldn't contain my excitement as I toured the interior of the car.

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We arrived at Mr Banner's house and managed to catch him before he left for Mr Stark's party as well. See what I mean by planning?

Miss Romanoff started talking to him about something I've never heard before. I knew whenever Miss Romanoff and Mr Fury had a talk, we would end up investigating a lot of things. Well, I would be the one going around collecting information while she sips her coffee.

"The corpses are not complete..." He began and brought his hands together nervously. This was in contrast with Miss Romanoff's confident behaviour. "The corpses are well... all women... with their wombs gone."

Mr Banner looked at all of us before continuing, I think we were taking the news a lot better than he expected. "This kind of corpses have been increasing rapidly. It's very likely that the murderer is an expert. He will keep committing crimes, he definitely will, until someone stops him."

"I won't be scared. No matter what methods I need to use, I will solve them all." Miss Romanoff stood up and walked towards the exit without being sent off. "See you at the party, Dr Banner." She greeted him before walking off.

"So Mr Fury came to talk to you about Jack the Ripper?" I asked as it was painfully obvious from the methods of the murderer.

"I assume you're heading to the party for the same reason?" I asked again but when I didn't receive an answer I started the car and drove to Mr Stark party. 

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I got Bucky to bring Miss Romanoff to the party as I went to park my car. I know that valet service was provided, and I could have very easily asked Bucky to do so as well, but it was the first day I received her, I wasn't going to let anyone drive her.

After parking at an empty spot, I entered the energetic party and searched for Miss Romanoff. As I made my way around, a lot of people went to greet me. I thought it would be easy to spot Tony since he attracts a huge group around him, but I was having a hard time making my way through.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me aside. I looked at who was the one pulling me and I've never seen her before. "Come on, let me get you a drink." She began pulling me to the bar and ordered a Martini for both of us.

"How come I never seen you before?" She asked while having a hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.

"I'm here with my master." I said with a smile as I accepted her drink.

"Ohh, so you're one of those literate people." She seemed to lose all interest in me all of a sudden.

I ignored her comment. "Are your friends here with you today?" I asked.

"They are off with some other guys or ladies." She shrugged.

"Have you noticed your friends or people within your circle went missing?" I questioned her. "Like they just vanished one day." I elaborated further.

"Yeah, they missed some of their appointments and I haven't seen them since." She said nonchalantly, resting her elbow on the counter. We continued chatting for a while and talked to some of her friends when they came over to look for her.

Natasha POVEven after I was done talking to Tony, Y/N was still nowhere to be seen. Usually, she would be around me after she was done with her things. Surely parking her car wouldn't take long of a time.

I asked Bucky where she was and he looked around before pointing towards the bar. I clenched my jaw when I saw her surrounded by many women and laughing having her best time. They seemed to be leaning on her all around.

"What are you still standing here for? Go get her! We're leaving!" I stormed off after ordering Bucky. Why do I feel like killing the people for putting their hands around her? Who she's with has nothing to do with me.

"Sorry Miss Romanoff." Her car appeared in front of me while I was waiting at the front. She got out of her driver's seat and opened the door for me.

"Go away." Confusion plastered on her face at my unusual request. "Find out the possible suspects. If you can't do it, don't come back." I glared at her before getting in the car.

She whispered something to Bucky before he got in and drove off. "Why did you ask Y/N to leave? I thought she always drives you around?"

"She's got better things to do during her free time."

Your POVShe just chased me out of my car! How am I supposed to go around collecting evidence? Wait, why am I taking her order so seriously? What is she so mad about anyway?

I ruffled my hair and groaned in frustration as I started thinking of a way to get around. I let out a huff and straightened my clothes before moving out. Stupid orders, stupid contract.

Bucky POVThe atmosphere in the house was tense, I was walking eggshells around her. I have no idea how to calm Miss Romanoff down and she requested for coffee even though it was already night time. I drink coffee but I have no idea how Miss Romanoff liked them. I only see Y/N make it for her everyday but I know it was different on some occasions.

I sighed about not being able to make it the way Miss Romanoff has it but I really have no idea how to do it. I made them to the best of my abilities and fractured memories of how I've seen Y/N made it but it looked different.

Apprehensively, I brought it into Miss Romanoff's office. She was flipping her papers with much force, almost ripping it out of the binder. I gulped slightly before proceeding inside and placing it on her table.

She took a sip of it before sipping it out. "What the fuck is this?" She shouted before slamming back on the table, liquid slipping onto the saucer due to the impact. "Forget it. Just fetch me a glass of water."

"Right away." I picked up the coffee and left her room immediately. I took a sip of the coffee I made, it doesn't taste that bad. I decided to keep it for myself and get Miss Romanoff a glass of water. It would be a waste to throw out the coffee. Let's just wish the water is the right temperature too.

I just wished Y/N would be back soon, I have absolutely no idea how Y/N endured her outburst during her entire employment period.

Natasha POVI stayed in my office for the remainder of the day without getting much done. I couldn't get my mind to focus as Y/N was outside. Was she getting things done? Is she able to manage? Is she getting the correct things? How is she going to get back?

After saving the documents in my computer, I proceeded to my room to sleep. Who cares if she comes back tonight. I changed into my nightgown and got in bed but sleep was not coming to me. Tossing and turning in bed until I was making a mess but I couldn't calm down, my mind was running a thousand miles an hour. I ended up picking up a book from the nightstand and turning on the bedside lamp to read.

After flipping and reading through a few pages, my eyelids got heavier. I tried staying awake since I haven't heard Y/N coming back yet but I couldn't open my eyes any longer.

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I could feel someone tapping my shoulders in the morning and in a swift movement, I reached under my pillow and grabbed my gun and pointed it at the person.

Y/N stared at me with a shocked expression with her hands up. When I realised it was her, I dropped my gun to the side and relaxed. When did she get back?

Y/N noticed the book I was reading before I fell asleep and chuckled before pouring the freshly brewed coffee into my cup. The scent of coffee calmed my mind and I swung my legs to the side of the bed. "Why did you read a horror book before you went to sleep?"

"It's none of your problem." I took the cup from her after she added sugar. "Did you get what I asked for?"

"Yes."

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #my writing #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfiction #Her Assistant

[whumpy-writings]

Sold

Whumptember 2022 Day 1 Behind Bars

CW: Referenced natural disaster, starvation mention, vampires, slavery, captivity, dehumanization, being sold, female whumpees mentioned, nonbinary whumpee

Hayden stood behind Cynthia, the last elder of their village, as she knelt in front of the vampire and begged for mercy.

"Everything we have is gone, sir," she said with a defeated voice. "We will die if we stay here. Please sir, please take us as your blood bags. We won't fight."

Hayden stared at the ruined landscape and even though it had been a week, it still didn't feel real. That their home was gone, decimated by a storm that also took the lives of forty of their fellow villagers. Hayden had been one of the lucky ten who had survived.

"Very well," the vampire snapped his fingers and Hayden jumped. "Get in the cart. All of you." Hayden stared with wide eyes as their fellow humans started towards the cart. Towards a life of slavery. They knew they had to move, go with the rest of them, but they just couldn't seem to move.

"Hayden, come on," their friend Gina whispered, grabbing their hand and pulling them towards the cart. Hayden followed but their heart was beating too fast and their eyes burned with unshed tears. This was it. This was the end of their life as a free person. They climbed in with Gina and sat next to her on the rough wooden floor. They looked at the sea for one final time. It was dark gray today, the waves white-capped. They loved the sea. But the sea was ruthless, and it had caused the storm that had destroyed their life. They rested their head on Gina's shoulder and cried as the cart started to roll, taking them away from everything they had ever known.

Their fellow villagers were also weeping as the vampires took them towards their fate. Hayden didn't know how being a blood bag worked. They just knew that their body would belong to a vampire. They shifted uncomfortably as the cart trundled over the rough road.

"I'm scared," they whispered to Gina.

"I am too," she said. "But at least this way we won't starve." Hayden nodded, but deep in their core they worried that maybe starving would have been preferable. It was a couple hours until they reached their destination. The moon was low in the sky as the cart rumbled through a tall gate into a city. Hayden sat up straighter. They had never been to a city and they were amazed as they looked at the buildings rising on either side of them. Some of them were three stories tall! Gina sat up next to them and gripped their arm tightly.

"Look at all the vampires," she hissed. Hayden looked down at the street and started when they saw that she was right. Everywhere there were vampires bustling about. And many of them were staring right back at the humans in the cart. Hayden cringed back against Gina as their heart pounded. The vampires were clearly surveying their new meals. Their throat was suddenly dry.

The cart finally rolled to a stop in front of a large building.

"Out," a vampire barked. The humans were all frozen for a second before one of them climbed out of the cart and hopped onto the ground. Gina followed and Hayden followed her. Their legs almost gave out when they hit the strange stone street.

"This way."

Hayden and the rest of the humans followed the vampire through giant wooden doors into the building. It was brightly lit and Hayden blinked as their eyes adjusted. It was a giant hall and around the edges were... cages. Cages filled with humans. Hayden stopped breathing. This couldn't be their life. They started to back away but then a heavy hand landed on their shoulder.

"Keep moving," the vampire growled and Hayden had no choice but to comply. They ten of them were led into an empty cage before the door was shut behind them with an ominous thud.

"Tonight you will be evaluated and priced. Someone will bring food along shortly. Rest," the vampire said before leaving them alone.

Hayden shakily sat down and put their head in their hands. Fear rose up in their throat and all they wanted to do was scream. They all were going to be sold. They were just objects, to be appraised and used and they weren't people and-

"Hayden," a voice said. Hayden looked up to see Gina sitting next to them with her hand on their arm. Hayden threw their arms around her and buried their face in her shoulder. They sobbed then. Sobs for the people and life that they had lost and the terrifying future that was waiting for them. Gina started crying too. Hayden eventually cried themself to sleep in her arms.

When they awoke, there was food waiting for them. Not much, just a small hunk of bread, but they hadn't eaten in days and they devoured it quickly. The cell was tense with most of the humans sitting with their backs against the wall. As far away from the door as possible. Hayden made their way over and squeezed their way in between Gina and Timothy. They prayed to whatever gods might hear that the vampires would let everyone from the village stay together. But even as they prayed they knew that that was wishful thinking. Hayden jumped when the door to the cage opened.

"On your feet. All of you," a vampire said. Clearly he was the appraiser. Hayden struggled to their feet along with the others.

The appraiser started at the end of the line. He grabbed the man's jaw and examined his face. He pulled up his sleeve to look at his muscles and pulled up his shirt. He clucked his tongue.

"Scrawny," he said. "But sellable." He scribbled something down then took a piece of chalk and marked something on the man's shirt. Then he moved on to the next one. The world seemed to spin as the appraiser moved down the line and Hayden couldn't think of anything but their rising terror.

Hayden's breath was coming too fast. The vampire was so close, standing in front of Gina now. He ignored the tears that were running down her face as he poked and prodded her before using his chalk to mark her for sale. Then the appraiser was in front of Hayden.

He stared at Hayden and Hayden wanted to disappear. Then the appraiser reached out and ran a gentle hand through Hayden's red hair. Hayden flinched back, but the appraiser just laughed.

"Beautiful," he said. "You'll sell for a lot." Hayden felt like they were going to be sick. "Windemere will want to see them. He should be next door," the appraiser called over his shoulder to an assistant. Next thing Hayden knew a hand was grabbing their arm and pulling them away from the other humans.

"What-"

"Shut up," the vampire snapped and Hayden blinked back tears as they were led away from everything they knew. Everything was a blur as they tried to match the vampire's long strides. After a few minutes they stopped in front of a door. The vampire rapped on it with his knuckles.

"Come in."

The vampire opened the door and Hayden had no choice but to follow him. Seated behind a desk was a finely dressed vampire who looked up as they entered.

"Marcus thought you would like to see this one. Fresh from the villages." Hayden quivered under the vampire's gaze.

"I can see why. The hair and freckles are very striking." The vampire pushed back his chair and crossed the room to stand in front of Hayden. He grabbed their chin so he could look them in the eye. Hayden didn't dare move a muscle. "Yes, yes, they should do nicely. Pretty and compliant, perfect for my clientele." He released Hayden's chin. "Take them to holding room F."

Hayden's mind was spinning as the vampire dragged them down the hall. What was going on? Obviously that vampire had been some sort of human trader, but who were his clients?

The vampire opened a door into a small room. Hayden felt the blood drain from their face when they saw a cage set against one wall. A cage just big enough for a human. The vampire opened the cage door and Hayden winced as the hinges screeched.

"In you go," the vampire said, forcing them down to their hands and knees so they could crawl inside. The floor was cold metal and the chill was already working its way into Hayden's bones. Hayden's eyes burned as they watched the vampire close the door to their cage and turn the key in the lock.

"Please sir, what's happening?" Hayden asked.

The vampire ignored their question and left the room. The door closed with a slam, sealing Hayden alone in the darkness. They curled up against the bars of the cage and started to cry.

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[fruitless-vain]

I feel like I start every PA write up with “I’m so proud of this little lady” but

I am so proud of this little lady

I usually try to have a full day off between outings to ensure she fully decompresses but we did the short staples outing yesterday and another outing today. Just made sure there was a good walk/ off leash sniff time before the trip and she nailed it. Whiny and impatient in the car, she was way too excited but the second we stepped out of the car and took a couple steps she snapped in to the right headspace and was good. So long as the excitement doesn’t impede work I can’t say I care too much, just a bit of a less desirable response to how excited she is to work. Something I do need to work on if I plan on ever taking a taxi or transit though but I have only ever used one once since we’ve moved here so I’m not worried.

We did groceries and then immediately transferred to a dollar store, her first back to back outings! Gave her a short sniff through the parking lot before starting the second outing and that was that, solid and just as focused as the first outing. For both she was totally focused, ignoring everything, and just zoned in to what needed to be done. She did her first dropped leash down stay while I bagged groceries which turned in to an out of sight down stay (my wife was with her though) when I had to step out of sight to pay. Perfectly remained settled the whole time, had the cashier swap out in the middle so people walked right by her face without any attempted sneaky sniffs, she did try to get up when I started walking away at first (thinking she was supposed to be heeling) but quickly stopped only half up and popped back down when I clarified what I wanted with a stay. Remained settled the whole duration I was gone and stayed in the down until I fully put the leash on myself and cued her out.

Flawless past the meat department and she’s finally nailing the freezer doors! She’s been struggling with stretching her neck forwards and sniffing when the doors first open and I end up having to break every door down in to repetitive opening and closing until we get it right but today she mastered every single door I needed (even the cheese door!). Sat far enough away from the door for it to open, either focused at me or just looking at the door in a neutral position. She also perfectly began automatically positioning herself at shelves and the checkout. I usually have to wait a bit or cue her to stand in front of me (so she isn’t behind me potentially getting hit by a cart or stepped on) but today every time I approached a shelf she rotated herself in front perfectly!

Dollar store had a couple sniffs I had to ask her to leave, mostly mud tracks from peoples shoes. This was near the end of the outing so I’m mostly attributing it to her getting a bit tired, still was able to leave it and pass by many other shoe prints after the fact redirecting herself but it was clearly a hard decision. Exited perfectly, not rushing the door at all.

All in all just a fabulous outing!

#Yoshi #working

[marierg]

Biscuits and Beskar

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Rated: Teenish (language that's about it)

A/N: Alrighty Folks this is a little intro chapter... an amuse-bouche if you will! So I'm not great at writing the not reader insert stuff so Kaylee is my OC for this but she's written as a reader insert. There's still a little bit of a gap between Kay and Boba, she's written as early 30's. If anyone has any advice or tips please drop me a line! Lemme know if there's any improvements I can do for the next parts.

PS- I should warn you all now that I write slower than molasses going down a pole in January so it could be a bit between chapters, BUT the next one is gonna be posted next week as well. Much love for our Daimyo!

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“Whatever it is the answer is no! Not a chance of ice on the dunes.” Crossing your arms you groused as the group of young people parked their speeders. They were too jovial and your nagging sense of trouble was going into overdrive.

Skad sauntered up to the side of the cart. “Kaylee, mama Kay, my favorite chef... Can't I just order some lunch without you being suspicious?”

“Not when that slemo monger Peel came over here giving me an ear full this morning!” You were beyond ticked off at the kids this time. What hurt you was that they were going to get themselves killed one of these days doing stupid shit like this. “I know he charges a fortune for the water. I know he's an ass. But he could go to the new Daimyo and have you all shot! How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Funny thing that, the new Daimyo hired us on.” Skad put on his most charming smile.

“What, when?!”

“Last night when he came to shoot us.” Skad flinched when the soup spoon made impact on his shoulder. “Hey! Jeeze we came to offer you a job and this is the thanks...”

“What job?” Taking a deep breath you started to put some fresh rolls into a bag. Drash shoved Skad to the side, politely asking for some soup and you couldn't say no to the girl. Tossing back your braid you looked Skad in the mechanical sensor that served for an eye. “As you well know I have two jobs already. Three if you count chasing you kids.”

“Please Kaylee it would be a huge favor.” Drash was beseeching you, big bantha eyes and all.

Narrowing your eyes you proceeded with caution, “What's the job?”

“Well the big bad Daimyo's cupbords are bare and he needs someone to fix that,” Nitro was leaning against his bike looking like some type of runaway senators kid. He always wore that long suit coat like he was going to an important meeting and spoke with the same aloof air, not at all the son of moisture farmers.

“Oh and your poor grumbling bellies had nothing to do with it?”

At your very loud snort Nitro whined, dropping the act, “Awe come on Kaylee we haven't had anything worth eating since you closed last night.”

“A job at the Palace, why should I do that eh?” You busily poured to-go containers with your soup of the day. True you had a soft spot for the kids, but working for a crime boss was a whole other matter. Your life may be miserable, but you still enjoyed being on this side of the surface. “Besides you just started working for the man what, last night? Do you even know what kind of person you're working for?”

Drash rolled her eyes at you, mech arm on hip, “Kay how long can you keep rolling this old cart around the city? It's nice up there, you'd have a whole kitchen of your own. No more sandstorms, no water merchants, no bar fights, a larder as big as the karking mayors office!”

“Yeah and no roundups either,” A shiver went down Nikita's spine at the thought, nervously twirling her hair before tucking it behind the glowing sensors on the side of her head.

“Hey now that ain't gonna happen sweetie, don't even worry bout that. And besides this old cart's gotten me through till now.” You patted the counter top affectionately, salvaged from the ashes much like yourself. “If they wanted a cook they would have put out a listing. Better yet why didn't the mighty man come down here and ask me?”

“Cause he's busy running the city, big job ya know.” Skad piped in, taking the proffered bag of food and settling up the tab. “Come on mama Kay at least come up and check it out. It'll make Drash feel better, all warm an fuzzy like.”

“Kriff off!” Drash gave Skad a harsh look even as you chuckled. Drash owed mama Kay, they all did, and she didn't like unpaid debts. Sighing she tried to think of what could possibly convince you, “I mean we all know it is cheaper to feed us using that droid. Probably just as good as you if it had the right recipes... what's cooking for the Daimyo of Tatooine. You wouldn't want the headache of all those banquets and meetings...”

“Now hold on a minute little miss.” You glared at the young woman, knowing full well that she was pushing a particular button for you. “No damn droid was ever made that could replace a living chef! What in hell do droids know about cooking anyway! Bolts and sensors don't feel, don't smell. Droid can't put love into their work...”

Drash watched as you grumbled and whinged, knowing that she had won. “So you'll come and cook for the Palace?”

Groaning heavily you rolled your eyes at the girl. “IF the Daimyo wants a cook then he can ask me when YOU lot bring me up there tonight after close. Now get back to work, suns burning the day away.”

Drash and the others got on their speeders. That had gone better than expected and if Shand did her part then by tonight a large weight would finally be off Drash's chest.

“You need to eat something,” Fennec drolly commented from her perch near the throne. True none of the food was quite palatable, but necessity made the best sauce. Taking a fresh pally she tossed it to Boba who caught the fruit without even looking up. The boss had been stewing since the encounter with the twins, it wasn't good to be solely focused when there were many who wanted this endeavor to fail. Still first things first, “The Mods brought some soup up from the market.”

“They should be more careful,” Boba looked at the fruit placing it on the plate next to his helmet. Sour stomachs rarely made for sound judgment and his list of enemies grew by the day. The twins being in town added to his list of troubles along with the much needed upkeep and maintenance of the Palace and growing staff. True the younglings were fairly capable, at least in a street scrap, but against professionals? Mok Shaiz, gutless worm he was, had been right. Running a family was not bounty hunting, there was more than just his hide on the line this time. Looking at the steam coming from the mug he snorted, “Soup on Tattoine?”

“Try, it's safe enough.”

He looked at Fennec and the cup in her hand, reluctantly taking it. Well it couldn't be any worse than the slop that kitchen droid tried to serve him. Boba took a cautious sip, pleasantly surprised. The soup was a basic bone broth but the aromatics and vegetable base certainly gave it a hearty flavor. It wasn't overpowering just simple and filling. His churning gut settled with every sip, finally nourished.

“See not bad.” Fennec would give the kids credit, they knew good food. Even from her own cursory review this little cook seemed safe enough. When Skad had proposed the idea she had been resistant, but given the growing list of the Palaces' needs it wasn't unreasonable to hire a housekeeper to manage things. Sometimes to be a good leader one needed to delegate, “We could use a cook around here for banquets and tribute days.”

Boba looked to his second in command, corner of his lip turning up, “Why, so I can become a lazy slug like Fortuna?”

“Actually quite the opposite,” Fennec walked to the side board and poured herself a drink, “With a proper chef in residence you would be healthier and better able to manage the more... social aspects of this position.”

“No proper chef will settle on Tatooine.”

Quirking a brow at the boss Fennec smirked, “How much would you bet?”

Boba knew that look all too well, the self assured smirk of certain victory. Some days he wondered who was really in charge, “And you think this soup vendor could do the job?”

“Worth a shot. I'll have someone bring them for an interview.”

“Fine.” He hated that Fennec was right. More annoying was that she had managed to so easily solve these types of minor problems when he should be able to manage. As she began her daily report Boba could already hear her cat like grin widening. At least with the Mods patrolling he had more eyes and ears around the city. Yes his enemies grew by the day, but maybe so to would his small tribe of allies. Drinking down the last of the marvelous broth Boba rolled the mug in his hands contemplatively. He would see what this soup vendor brought to the table, fortune or famine.

Tags: @rain-on-kamino @daimyosprincess @pickleprickle @acatalystrising @kimiheartblade

#boba fett #Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu #the book of boba fett fanfiction #the book of boba fett #star wars #tbobf #fennec shand #the mods #OC Kaylee Manu

[unluckyhoneybee]

Hey!! Could you write something where Daniel is dating a super normal girl? Like he met her because she works at his favourite restaurant and she has a super normal life. And they go to do normal stuff like going to the supermarket and things like that and Daniel is always so tense because he wants to enjoy being just a guy buying potatoes and not a famous driver. And she always helps him.

At first, Daniel wanted to hide your relationship from everything and everyone because you were just you and he didn't want to disturb your peaceful and anonymous life.

"Dan. It's okay. We can go for a walk. I don't want to keep you in these four walls the whole week"

He would go full incognito. "Do I look like a normal guy?" "It would be more difficult to recognize you if you didn't wear your own merch every single day"

On your first 'normal' walk, as he called it. He was super tense. He would let your hand go and walk a few steps behind you if he suspected that people were watching him. "Come here idiot" "I don't want paparazzi to get pictures of you everywhere" "Babe, I don't mind, really. Meanwhile, they don't follow me to work or home or something"

"I'm going to do some groceries!" "Can I go with you?" He had been checking some data on his PC and working the whole morning. "Do you want to?" "I want to feel normal..." YOu hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Let's go then"

It was so funny to see him dress for these occasions. "A very normal dude" You would call him. He always put on the less eye-catching clothes. Black trousers and a grey t-shirt, a cap on his head and black vans.

He was the one pushing the cart because he is a professional driver and you were a chef.

"I'm going to get some cereals, go to the fruit section" He would panic when you left him alone. Basically like when your mum leaves you right before having to pay to go and take something she forgot.

He was choosing some potatoes when a guy approach him.

"Hi" The guy was putting some oranges in his plastic bag. "Hi" Daniel would politely answer.

"You look familiar" "I don't think so" The guy was too close to him and he was starting to panic. "Are you the Red Bull driver? The old one? He left a while ago... Riccardo?" "Um. No. And I think it's Ricciardo or something" He was trying to fake his better English accent just to hide his Australian.

You saw him and you felt how tense he was even from afar.

"Are you sure? You really look like him. I mean, if I was famous I would lie about my identity too. But... Can you tell me if you are him? It would be so nice to have a picture with you" "I'm..."

"Tony!" You walked to him with your best smile and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry honey. I saw my aunt in the meat section." He was so surprised. Tony?. "Oh, hi. Sorry to interrupt you." You said nicely to the guy. "Is he from the office, Tony?" You asked Daniel turning to him. "No, no. I just thought he was someone else. Sorry for bothering you, Tony. You really look like Riccardo" The guy gave you both a smile and left with his oranges.

"It's Ricciardo..." Danny would mutter through his teeth. You chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Let's finish the groceries, Tony. You have to be at the office soon"

He could swear he fell in love with you even more.

So Tony became his alter ego, the normal dude who went to do groceries and used public transport with his girlfriend.

And he would love to drive your Seat Ibiza so much because there were hundreds on the streets (I'm Spanish, there are Ibizas everywhere here).

Daniel started loving your normal life so much, "Meeting you it's probably one of the best things I have done in my life. Look at me, Daniel Ricciardo buying a newspaper and a magazine in a kiosk"

You heard a little gasp and looked down. Right behind you and with ice cream in his hand, a little boy was looking with eyes like plates. "Daniel Ricciardo?!"

#daniel ricciardo #dr #fluff #blurb #f1blurb

[intubatedangel]

Junk : Conclusion

Here we go, it’s all coming together for the big finale story I’ve been working towards since I started the whole Anna Swift series. I’ll be getting to that one very soon, perhaps Chapter 1 will be a christmas present...

Story Index  

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

* * *

Anna stepped up beside Carl, who was stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed and a frown on his face.

"How's it looking?" She asked him quietly.

"Not good." He sighed, keeping his voice low. "Last round of epi hasn't produced anything. At this point I think we're rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic."

Anna looked down at Megan, naked and utterly lifeless. Her whole body trembled with the aggressive compressions of the LUCAS. Each time the piston forced her sternum down, a wave appeared on the monitor next to the oxygen saturation reading, the machine providing an artificial pulse. The lines above, showing the electrical activity of Megan's heart, were utterly flat. Not a single wave or squiggle broke through on any of the leads.

Carl glanced at the clock, then let out a breath. "Right, push in another high dose of Narcan. Go with some epi and bicarb too." He announced. With nothing else to do, Anna stepped over to the crash cart and started drawing the drugs. She forced each syringe into the IV, giving the saline bag a quick squeeze to force it in faster.

"Kirstie," Carl called out to the nurse recording. "What have you got for down time?"

The nurse double checked her notes and the clock. "Confirmed downtime of 17 minutes, potentially 27." She replied in the flat tone of clinical detachment. Anna felt it too, despite knowing the young woman in front of them.

She shuddered, as her eyes tracked over Megan's body, seeing all of the track marks and other indications of sustained drug use. She was gaunt and grey, with unkempt hair and nails. A far cry from the vibrant, bubbly, athletic girl Anna had once known. As Anna watched her chest sink and abdomen roll, she wondered what had gone so wrong in the young woman's life. How could someone so similar to herself, have ended up going down such a different path?

* * *

Hearing the door open, Carl turned to see Trish, a piece of paper in her hand. She handed it off to him before moving into position to perform any tasks he had for her. Carl quickly read the results, resisting the urge to scrunch the paper into a ball and cast it away. Instead, he handed it to Kirstie to put in the file.

"Massive levels of Fentanyl. Only traces of anything else." He held the bottom rail of the bed, leaning forward with his head down. It meant there was nothing else worth trying. They'd given her plenty of Narcan on a steady supply, which should be counteracting the Fentanyl. It had simply been too late. The lack of oxygen in the intervening time had been too much.

He glanced up at the clock. 19 minutes since the paramedics had found her in full cardiac arrest. Carl drummed his fingers on the end of the bed, as he looked over at Anna. He'd noticed there was some sort of connection with their patient, he'd have to ask her about that later, make sure she was OK. She looked back, a hint of sadness on her face, but she nodded.

"Let's do a pulse check after this cycle." He told the team.

They all stood around the bed, silent. The only noises were the hiss and click of the LUCAS thumping away on Megan's chest, the gentle wheeze of the ambu bag as air was pushed into her lungs, and the persistent whine of the flatlined monitor. Carl kept one eye on the clock and as the minute rolled around, he gave a small nod to Anna. She reached up and turned the dial on top of the bulk plastic device. With one last hiss the LUCAS stopped, the plunger resting between Megan's breasts.

Anna lowered her hand to Megan's wrist, while Trish pressed her finger tips to the femoral pulse point. As they felt for any sign of life, Carl walked around to Megan's head. He waved the nurse to the side as he pulled out his penlight and leaned over, reaching out with one hand to gently open her eyes. He passed the light over each eye, once, twice, a third time. The thin ring of blue surrounding the wide dark pools didn't even flicker.

He let out a sigh. He'd known it was inevitable. It still sucked. "Pupils are still fixed and dilated. She's been asystolic for at least 20 minutes. We've attempted to reverse all apparent causes, with no response. Are we all agreed?" He looked around the team surrounding the trauma bed, each of them nodding as they met his gaze.

"Okay then." He looked up at the clock. "Time of Death, 3:25AM." He said, stepping back and pulling off his gloves. The ambu bag was disconnected and placed on the bed next to Megan’s head. Anna was reaching to unstrap Megan's wrist from the LUCAS, but Carl gently touched her on the arm, drawing her away slightly.

* * *

"You knew her." Carl said quietly. It wasn't a question, he could read her too well.

Anna looked up at him, the pang of love she felt for him warring with the sadness of the situation. She nodded. "Not well, and it's been a long time, but yes." She replied, feeling tears prickling her eyes. It surprised her a little. It had been years. But memories of years gone by always held a greater power. She could picture the dead woman behind her running around on a hockey pitch with a smile on her face. She would never smile again. Megan's father's booming laugh resonated in her mind. Once he found out, would he ever laugh again?

Carl pulled her out of her own head with a gentle touch on her arm. "I'm sorry." He told her. She nodded. "Go and take a break." He told her. "I'll come to you after I'm done."

She cocked her head at that. Everything was already done. The rest of the team had removed the LUCAS and the ecg leads, covering Megan's body with a white sheet. They were on their way out of the room.

"That amount of Fentanyl... That wasn't just a bad batch. That was intentional. The police need to know." He explained.

Anna nodded in understanding, and after a quick squeeze of Carl's hand, she walked out of the trauma room, heading for the nearby elevator. She needed to clear her head.

* * *

Lucy and Dave had stood in the corner of the trauma room after they had transferred Megan onto the trauma table. They'd waited to reclaim the LUCAS, both grimly confident that it wouldn't be long. They'd watched on as the team gave it their best effort, until it became clear that even their best wouldn't be enough, and they were forced to call it.

The paramedics stepped forward, taking away the LUCAS and helping to clean up their young patient. A minute later they walked out of the trauma room pushing the gurney. They hadn't gone far though, when Dave slowed them down. Lucy looked at him quizzically, before Dave nodded over at a set of seats next to a coffee machine. Jones was there along with his partner and Kevin. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Go on." Dave pressed. "There's no harm in asking. I can take this back to the van and get it squared away." He didn't let her answer, taking off and leaving her standing there. She rolled her eyes at the meddling but couldn't help smiling to herself. She schooled her expression though as she approached the trio. The young man had just lost his girlfriend.

"Officer Jones, can I have a word?" She asked. The officer glanced at his partner, who nodded with an amused look on his face. Jones stood up, following as Lucy moved a little down the hall. On the way they passed Anna, who was looking at the floor as she slipped into the elevator. Carl was a little way behind her, a file in his hand. He zeroed in on Officer Stone.

"Luce." Jones said, unable to hide his smile. "What's up?"

"What time do you finish?" She asked, getting straight to the point.

"Err..." He glanced at his watch. "Theoretically 6, might get a little held up with..." He nodded over his shoulder at Kevin.

"Ok. Sounds good." She said nodding to herself.

"Care to let me in on what you're thinking?" Jones asked. "Given it seems to involve me."

"Oh, sorry. Breakfast. I mean, do you want to have breakfast with me? After work? I heard about a good take out spot. I could meet you at the precinct, and we could go down by the river..." She realised she was rambling. "If you want to, I mean."

Jones grinned. "Yeah...Yeah I'd like that."

"Awesome. Awesome. I guess I'll see you in a few of hours."

"It's a date." He replied, as she headed off after Dave.

Jones turned back towards the bench, seeing Carl and Stone deep in conversation. Both of them had angry looks on their faces, but it was clearly a shared anger. Kevin wasn't sat beside them. Jones walked quicker, going to the trauma room doors, expecting to see the young man inside, but there was just a body covered in a white sheet. That wasn't good.

He trotted back to Carl and Stone. "Where's Kevin? Did either of you see him?"

* * *

Anna leaned slightly over the rail at the top of the staircase, her head resting against the large glass window. It had been a little while since she'd had need to come up here to the helipad entrance. The day they had lost the young barista who had looked so much like her. She still hadn't heard anything in relation to that, but that didn't mean anything. Bureaucracy moved slowly. Then again, since that day she hadn't felt any weirdness from her own heart. Perhaps it all been psychological anyway, now that she had accepted her special interest, and experimented with it, there was no inner battle to stress her out.

She was looking out over the river and the city beyond, with its twinkling lights flickering in the gently shifting reflection of the river. It was a beautiful sight, but she wasn't really seeing it. Her mind was elsewhere, working through her feelings and memories. There was sadness, for everyone involved. Once upon a time she would have felt pain too. She would have trapped herself in wondering if they could have done more. But she'd been a nurse for over 8 years. The experience had been more than enough for her to understand that sometimes there simply wasn't a way to win. You couldn't change what people did to themselves, especially after the fact. If you did everything in your power and still lost, it wasn't your fault.

She still sighed, hoping Megan had found some measure of peace. Hoping that her parents would be able to recover, that this wouldn't destroy them. She let her mind drift. If she was needed, her pager would bleep. And Carl would be coming soon. The thought of seeing him gave her comfort. Her hand slipped into the pocket on her scrubs, playing with the silver locket that still lay in there. Her fingers ran along the silver chain, then around the edge of the heart shaped locket. She smiled to herself, allowing the sense of her love for Carl, and his for her, to override the sadness of the day's events.

As she stood there, she heard the rumble of the elevator. He was coming for her. To wrap her in his arms and make her feel like everything would be alright. She could already feel the smile growing on her face. The elevator stopped with a ding, the doors sliding open. She heard the footsteps, echoing slightly around the concrete and glass box of the landing.

"You can't sneak up on me this time." She said, straightening up. "The elevator gave you away." She smiled, turning to look at him as the elevator doors squeaked closed.

Her smile slipped away as she saw the person standing there.

Kevin glared at her, his face a tear streaked mask of pure rage.

#Medical Drama #CPR #Resus Writing #Anna Swift #Intubation

[mariaofdoranelle]

Driving Home, Whatever That Means

Rowaelin Month 2022 — Day 3: Travel/Vacation

Fun fact: this fic was literally the only use I had from my Latin classes in college. No, they still weren’t worth it.

Also, this is based on one of my favorite irl stories, it actually happened to my best friend! Sadly, his snatcher wasn’t a hot blonde.

Warnings: language

Word count: 1,3k

、ヽ｀、ヽ｀个o(･_･｡)｀ヽ、｀ヽ、

As much as Rowan enjoyed living in Terrasen, the weather could be hard to get used to.

The summer had barely begun, the weather wasn’t nearly as humid as Doranelle’s, so how in hell did the sky start to pour so much during the small amount of time Rowan did his groceries? He was sat on a sheltered bench right outside the supermarket, waiting for the rain to pass and relieved it didn’t start while he was on the street.

“That’s some major main character energy there. What the hell are you doing staring into the rain?”

Rowan recognized Aelin Galathynius’s teasing tone before turning to greet her. They weren’t friends, but she was Aedion’s cousin and friends with Lorcan’s girlfriend, so they often bumped into each other.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Aelin sat by his side on the bench. “It’s the beginning of the summer. The world is full of possibilities, but you don’t realize it until the rain stops your autopilot lifestyle.” A dramatic pause. “And then you remember her.” Rowan raised an eyebrow, prompting her. “The long lost love you left in Doranelle. Poor...” She tilted her head, frowning. “Rowana,—“

He cracked up. “Rowana? Is that the best you can do?”

Aelin gaped in mock outrage. “You should know many people appreciate my imagination. I used to be an internet sensation as a One Direction fanfiction writer.”

“You’re joking.”

“You wish.”

He shook his head in amusement. “And why does Orynth’s finest writer spend her days in an engineering lab?”

“Nope. Work with something you love and you’ll stop loving it in a few years. Wise words from my burned out dad.”

Rowan would inquire her about this, but his curiosity got the best of him.

“I thought you’d be in Orynth by now. Isn’t Aedion there already?”

She shook her head. “I’m still here, unfortunately. I’ll grab some cake and then I’m headed home.”

Just like that, he remembered Aelin lived a few blocks away from him. It was still raining too much to go home by foot, Rowan could put his pride aside for one day and ask her a favor.

He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Is there any chance you can give me a ride? I’m not with my car.”

Aelin frowned. “Sure,” she said with the most unsure voice he had ever heard from her. Maybe Rowan should’ve requested an uber or something, but she didn’t give him time to reconsider his choices. “Do you have everything in your granny cart?”

He gave her plastic bags a pointed look. “Are you cart-shaming me, turtle murderer?”

“Very much so, yes.” She snorted. “Come on, Granny, it’s getting late.”

Looking up at the raging sky, Rowan asked the gods for a little patience. Aelin was doing him a favor, he could suck up her sass for half an hour or however long it took her to buy cake and then head home.

Aelin took the opposite side from their neighborhood and broke the silence after a few blocks.

“So. You’re not going to Doranelle this summer, I take it?”

“Nope. I’m escaping some family drama.”

“Oh.” She blinked. “Do you want me to pretend I’m not curious?”

Rowan studied her carefully. People had very different reactions to this story. “My aunt Maeve was arrested.”

“Holy rutting Mala.” Aelin gaped, somewhere between shock and amusement. “What happened?”

“She was the head of a drug cartel.”

Aelin barked a laugh. “You’re joking, right?”

“My dad really wishes I was.” His smile started slow, but he soon started laughing along with her.

“And you guys had no idea?”

“Not a clue. She had a money laundering front business, apparently Maeve was pretty good at her job.”

They were laughing together, until the mood shifted and Aelin started asking about his life back in Doranelle. Rowan was mostly a private person, but it felt good to share with Aelin. He almost asked her out the first time they met, but gave up after Aedion threatened to castrate every guy in their group. Even Fenrys, who is unmistakably gay. Since he barely knew her, Rowan just decided Aelin wasn’t worth the trouble and moved on. But maybe they could be friends. Actually, he really wanted them to be friends now.

She took the highway, and Rowan figured the chocolate cake she was getting was in one of the fancy restaurants near the lake. His yogurt would probably go bad, but it was fine. He was having a great time, and had never visited Perranth’s famous mountain lake before.

“Do people in Doranelle know the Old Language?”

“No, it’s a dead language. Why?”

“Your tattoo.”

He knew exactly what she meant. The weird tattoo on his upper arm.

Debellare.

Rowan sighed. “I was sixteen and got drunk for the first time. My cousin knows the whole story and has pictures to prove, but I just remember waking up and having my girlfriend’s name tattooed.”

Aelin had trouble talking because she was too busy wheezing at his expense to say anything. With adorably flushed cheeks, she managed to ask, “What was her name?”

“Remelle.”

“And what happened after?”

“We had a huge fight and broke up. I covered her name with this, which means to eliminate. My parents got pissed and I’m probably grounded until today.”

Her shoulders were still shaking as she tried to recompose herself and focus on the road. The traitor. Rowan’s catastrophic story deserved a little more sympathy than this.

“You’re a brat,” he teased

“And you’re so dumb,” she chortled again. “God, this story made the trip worth it already.”

The trip? Something immediately dawned on him. They were pretty far from the city, it really looked like a trip. Where the hell they were going?

“Yeah. About that, where exactly is this chocolate cake?”

Aelin grimaced. “In Suria. I should’ve told you before, sorry.”

“Is Suria a patisserie?” It surely wasn’t Suria the city. It couldn’t be.

“In my defense, the buses to Orynth have so many stops along the way it takes almost as long to get there. Even with our detour.”

“Aelin.” he didn’t know what to think or say, so his mouth opened and closed a few times before continuing, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re the one who asked me for a ride.”

Rowan felt his chest tingle. Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he carefully said, “You told me you were going home.”

“Yeah, home to Orynth.”

Orynth.

They were going to Orynth.

Rowan froze. Time slowed down, and his muscles went completely numb.

There was no way he was going to Orynth.

His weekly groceries would go bad.

He trusted Lorcan with a lot of things, but taking care of the plants wasn’t one of them.

He didn’t even have a spare underwear.

Rowan breathed in. And out. Inhaled. And exhaled. He swallowed. It would be fine.

Clearing her throat, Aelin tried to get his attention. “You okay?”

“My house won’t be,” he said while staring into the void.

She chuckled. “Come on, you don’t trust Lorcan to take care of it?”

“Absolutely not.”

“So why do you two live together?”

Sighing, he answered, “He’s quiet. When he’s not breaking the dishes, at least.”

Aelin bit her lip. “I can leave you at a station in Suria—“

“That would be much apprecia—“

“Or I can take you to Orynth, give you Aedion’s clothes, and show you the city.”

An Ashryver suggesting the impulsive option. Shocking. “I’m not sure—“

“Come on, you’ve been living in Terrasen for years now. Have you ever left Perranth?”

Rowan’s limbs started loosening, and he turned to look at Aelin, who was eagerly waiting for him to answer her. Mulling it over, he knew she had a point. And they were already halfway there.

He sighed. “I can’t believe you’re talking me into this.”

Aelin winked at him and teased, “You don’t know half of my charm, Whitethorn.”

“Okay, then. If my house is in shreds when I get home, you’ll use your charm to make Lorcan fix it alone,” he added, knowing his roommate wasn’t Aelin’s biggest fan.

When Aelin started cheering his decision to go to Orynth with her, Rowan began to wonder what the hell had he gotten himself into.

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I've done a bit of the dancer/boxer AU here and there and then I got bit by the cheesy winter bug.

snowed in

On Thursday they start talking about snow. She doesn’t have classes until after New Year’s but there are still rehearsals, still walks to the studio, still cigarette breaks standing by the steam grates. Shifts at work the same as every other. She buys what you’re supposed to buy for storms: water, canned things, toilet paper, but the amounts are all off. Is it too much, or not enough? She throws in an overpriced package of dried apricots from the health food section, cinnamon chewing gum at the register. 

She thinks about Joe at home for Christmas, wonders if he’s staying through to the first. The drive up and down I-95, the endless string of headlights.

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On Friday he surprises her at the studio. All casual, in his jacket and his beat-up sneakers, the other girls whispering behind her. They walk over to the gym together, chatting about everything and nothing, passing coffee carts and foil trays of roasted chestnuts, next to the soft pretzels. He’s heading back down for New Year’s, he says, but can’t stay the whole week between. She almost asks him why, but they get to the door before she can. She makes a go of the crossword while he warms up, until he waves her over so she can hold the bag for him, so they can stretch out together. 

Afterwards they stop so he can stock up for the snow too. He seems much more decisive about it, she notices. There’s canisters of things she doesn’t recognize, and tools. She’s prepared to leave him at his door with the usual argument and take the subway home, but he lingers on the sidewalk, in the cold. “Come up?” he asks. “We can get takeout.” She thinks of all the cans of soup and navy beans on her counter. She has no bag, no toothbrush, no change of clothes. 

“The snow might trap us right here,” she says, with no action in her voice. He smiles a half smile, not entirely un-wolfish, and opens the gate. 

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On Saturday, it already feels like a snow day. The getting-away-with-it of it, the waking up on the couch under a fleece blanket, and the snow hasn’t even started yet. They’d fallen asleep three-quarters of the way through a cowboy movie his roommate had left on top of the TV; she doesn’t remember the name. He’d woken before her, and, she thinks, fallen asleep after her. There’s coffee on the counter, the containers of fried rice and chow mein cleaned up and put in the fridge. She has a shift in a couple of hours that she doesn’t want to think about. 

She doesn’t want to think about it so much that she uses his phone to call out, pretends her flight home got grounded even though she’d mentioned nothing about travel two days ago. Despite his best efforts Joe snorts into his coffee, and she has to shush him. 

“If you’re staying you should probably have some of your stuff,” he says after she hangs up. 

She props her chin in her hand on the table, wonders aloud if his roommate would mind. She’s not exactly keen to be an object of observation this weekend, to answer the usual questions and worry about who's in the living room when she needs to come grab something in a towel. 

“He won’t be back ‘til next week,” Joe says.

They wander back to her place so she can fill an overnight bag, past the quiet bus stops and newsstands, the chill over a city in wait. Joe packs up all the cans on the counter into a duffel. “For soup,” he says, and there’s a twinge somewhere in her ribcage that feels like adoration.

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On Sunday there is soup, bubbling away on the stove. The snow is really coming down now, the newscasters say, and it is, big fat flakes and gray light. There’s more coffee too, and she tells him about how Frankie would pour a little hot espresso in the cup and froth the sugar into foam. 

She does her exercises and he does his, as much as they can in the small space, and this time there’s a couch to collapse onto when they want to kiss instead. 

They eat soup for lunch with stale bread. He’s stocked Diet Coke in the corner too, she notices, catches his eye a little too long. She reads and he works in the bathroom, fixing something with the tile and under the sink. They watch reruns on the little TV set and fall asleep on the couch again, limbs entwined, his face nuzzled in her shoulder.

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On Monday she pads around the apartment in her green bodysuit and black tights, slouchy gray legwarmers and her bun all messy. Her scalp feels tender, from all the abuse she subjects it to. His fingers are gentle through her curls, as they sit on the floor and stretch out. Her eyes roam over his body, the exposed strip of skin when his shirt bunches, the waistband of his boxers hugging, the sweats tied below. He makes her take his sweatshirt, baggy and gray, and it almost looks like she’d planned it, as part of her outfit. 

She rubs Tiger Balm into his lower back afterwards, before he showers, her thumbs ghosting over a bruise on his ribcage. It bubbles, what she feels when she looks at him like this. “Can I ask you something,” she says softly. Her touch finds another patch of yellow-green, on his upper thigh. “Doesn’t this hurt?”

He looks sideways, almost turning back to her. “Not as much as it used to.”

That’s a lie, she wants to say. It always hurts. Twisted ankles. Stress fractures. But she supposes there are things like calluses too. Things like distance. When he comes to her warm and sleepy from the shower, droplets still beading at the back of his neck, she doesn’t ask any more questions.

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On Tuesday she wonders if the roads will be clear enough to make it back down to Pennsylvania for New Year’s. “You should come,” he says, and she stops chewing the scrambled eggs she’d made for both of them. She can’t cook, she’ll be the first to admit, aside from that pasta, sort of, and good scrambled eggs. He hadn’t even reached for the ketchup.

She can’t stop the question of it. “What?”

“You should come.”

Drive down with me, he means. Meet my family.

Was this what guys like him did, bring girl of the month home to meet ma? She smarts at her own reaction, at the words in her head. She bites her tongue with guilt. Her eyes catch the box of Diet Coke next to the counter again. She scrapes the rest of her breakfast onto his plate.

She reads the rest of the afternoon, makes notes in newspaper and magazine margins about ideas for stories. It feels possible here, a life beyond dance. Possible in this late afternoon light, orange and gold. She pulls his hand towards her when he passes, pulls him down into a kiss that feels like an apology, for something she didn’t say. She hopes he feels it. 

“Can I keep your sweatshirt?” she mumbles later, against his ear on the couch, and her lips brush against two-day stubble. The radiator makes a noise in the corner. His hands rub up and down her back. The sweatshirt she’s still wearing, the one that smells like him. “‘S’ yours,” he says, so easily that it shocks her, the way she could’ve said heart.

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On Wednesday, they venture out into in the snowdrifts. They buy more cigarettes from the one store still open and listen to the silence, the scrape of shovels and plows. She figures she should go check on her place, get the heat running, make sure nothing awful’s happened. Tomorrow’s New Year’s and she knows he’ll be leaving at some point. She’s going to miss this. All of it, the light in the apartment and his smell and his touch, his arms around her every night. This little world of only them. 

“Next time you come over I promise we won’t have soup,” he says, as they slurp down the last bowls. 

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.  “I think I owe you one at this point.” What will her apartment feel like when she goes back? 

He pours some more oyster crackers into his bowl. “Any thoughts about tomorrow?” he asks quietly. His eyes are very dark. The thought of him driving down all by himself makes her want to cry. 

“I have to work,” she says slowly, and it’s not a lie, but it’s still so ugly, the way he knows she could ditch if she really wanted to. He’d seen it. She hates that store anyway, hates the treatment, hates the pay. 

He moves his mouth a little, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t fight her when she says she’ll head uptown alone.

.

On Thursday she wakes up alone. Her apartment is fine, and cold. He’d reminded her to open the cabinets when they’d picked up her things, so the pipes wouldn’t freeze. The thought of his sweatshirt slowly taking on the smell of her own place puts something like a lump in her throat. 

She wants to head back downtown, wants to tell him to come over, wants to tell him she’s sorry. She wants too many things. It flattens her, the thought of hurting him.

She packs her bag for work, and walks. The subway is very loud. Forty-five minutes into her shift, in the middle of getting screamed at by a mother who wants to know why they don’t have any more children’s pastel sets in stock she excuses herself to use the phone. She finds herself pacing as much as the cord allows, pick up pick up pick up heavy on her lips.

“Hello?”

She’s going to play it cool, going to act like this is alright, act like she doesn’t love him. But it’s the truest thing in this moment. It melts, all of it. She can hear the cracks in her voice. 

“I’m sorry,” she says over the noise, and doesn’t give him time to say anything. “Have you left yet? Can I still-”

She’s already untying her apron. When he picks her up she kisses him so long that the cars behind them all honk. 

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